The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1898-12-10
A SUMMED IDYL.

1t vas a summer idyl. Both were
young and possibly as beautiful as Is
given the average of mortals to be. The
idyl developed within the limits of the
Greater New York, for both principals
in the little drama were artists, and,
though 1t is the practice of the world
to associate artists with pastoral scenes
they are a class art, and If they choose
TO remain in the city during a hot sum-
mel while the rest of the world Is
away, who shall question them? Ger
ta1nly nothing better could have been
chosen to fan the flames of a burning
passion than such scorching breezes as
swept lightly through New York dur
Ing the last season.
Mr.. Palette painted Titian-haired
maidens upon sea-green backgrounds,
and Miss Brushes the portraits OF sou
ful young men. The spark of love
was first kindled at the studio of a
mutual friend, Nine. Third Party was
such a charming woman, they each de-
clared.
Madam" he said, with the apprecia-
ton of an artist and almost the tender
ness of a lover, you have such beauti-
full eyes"
Such TALENT she murnured, half
under her breath, in a toni of respect,
admiration and envy that was most
iattering, as she gazed around the
studio.
Miss Brushes had first seen the work
OF Mr.. Palette at the studio of Nine.
Third Party, and her admiration knew
no bounds. Then would she like to
see the portrait Of the rising young
artist who had done that fine work?
Certainly she would, and, though even
a young woman artist may not express
her admiration openly for the personal
beauty Of a young man who is still in
the flesh, she gazed at the portrait for
a long time, and when she turned from
1t to the work of it's original again, the
rapture with which she expressed her
admiration made her previous words
seem cold and pale.
Young Mr.. Palette saw pretty little
Miss Brushes work also at the studio
Of Nine. Third Party. He, too, was in
raptures.
Why" he said, "why"-searching
his vocabulary for words to express
his strong admiration-"why, it's bull
ly."
Il think l have Miss Brushes por-
trait around here, somewheres," said
Nine. Third Party, carelessly, as she
went on with her work. IF you care
70 hunt arnIn1 I tIJnIy ,o, will End
it."
Mr.. Palette found the portrait, and,
being a man as well as an artist, he
did not hesitate to express his admira-
ton, and in no measured terms. In
fact, if he had not been an artist, it
might have been thought that his heart
had been seriously touched. Any out
slider would have thought that, snd
Mr.. Palette thought so himself. He
said so.
Mime. Third Party" he said to the
mistress of the studio, as he took her
hand at departing, and gazed, but with
a far-off look, into her beautiful eyes,"
Il have seen the picture of the one
woman l can love, the one whom l
would like to marry"
Then, in a serious mood, he depart
ed. But Mr.. Palette was young, and
with a sigh Nine. Third Party returned
to her work and speedily forgot about
him, about little Miss Brushes, and,
If she knew it, that she had become
the medium Of a desperate love af-
fair.
But neither Mr.. Palette nor Miss
Brushes forgot her. They called with
remarkable frequency. Little Miss