Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1900-06-16
sATURDAY,qJUNE 16 1900
{ A Lesson in Art
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pursue"
Mr.. Fenton's smile broadened into
laugh as the pretty girl who stood be-
fore him. flushed slightly, turning her
head away with a little impatient
movement.
81 thought that you were my friend"
said Olive West, reproachfully, with
her face still averted.
'''And you were right there. my DEAR"
said Mr.. Fenton. But you know per-
fectly well that you haye made up your
mind what course to pursue"
''How could L make up my mind with
out hearing what you have to say to
me on the subject of my going TO Lon
don?' said she. 'Nfy future is serious
enough to me, Mr.. Fenton, and fan
cied that you might also"
''And so I should, my little friend,
if 1 didn't know you as well as do.
Come, now, tell me all that troubles
you. Is it art or Dick this timer"
Il like Dick" she said, but"
"Ahl"
"Yes, like him very much, but
"Quite so. You mean that you shrink
from the commonplace aspects of
future to be spent in this neighbor-
hood. You long for the larger life
the wider horizon in the higher realms
of art2 Isn't that what your but
meaus?"
Exactly" she cried. ''I feel inclined
10 ask what is the good of being born
into the world if one cannot achieve
something higher than is within ones
reach here?"
81 have now and again asked myself
the same question" said Mr.. Fenton.
IF we could suggest any adequate
answer to that question, we should
have solved one of the greatest prob
lens of the universe. Have you never
heard Of the waste of nature?'
ITO live in Hazelbury is not TO live
in the world, IL seems 20 me-" said the
girl. Il feel that I was made to do
something in the world--the world
that is not Hazelbury. Hazelbury is
hopeless"
And yet Hazelbury has n reading So
ciety, hasn't It? If you don't get
through a volume of Carlyle in n month
you are fined dime; if you are lured
into reading n novel you have TO pay
a quarter"
THE reading society is piece of
"Then there is the Church Choral
union"
: Olive laughed.
"a rookery with sore throat" she
said. 'oh, I'm sick of Hazelbury. I
want something larger-fuller--I want
life. want to live"
"And so you won't marry Dick Over
ton?" suggested Mr.. Fenton.
I'm afraid not" said Olive, shaking
her head. Marrying Dick would mean
blooming myself to future in Hazel
bury"
ST can't deny that. Hisfather's bank
is here, and he is in the business. He'll
be a partner in three or four years.
OF course, If you don't marry Dick
someone else will"
There was a considerable pause be-
fore she said, with little frown:
ST hope they will be happy
That's very kind of you, but I'd
rather hear you express a wish to
scratch her face. I suppose the girl
will be Lottie Shepherd"
Olives lips curled after her eyes had
given a quick flash.
Il hope they will be happy" she said
again, but in quite a different tone
from that which marked her previous
expression of the same hope.
"Ah, that sounds healthier; there's
a promise of scratches in every word.
Still, it might be Mary Marchmont."
Il hope not. If cannot marry Dick
myself"
''But you can"
She shook her head IN a way that
cd n -4ofy
She knew that Dick wished for nothing
better than to marry her.
Il see it is hopeless looking to you
for advice" she said, sadly. Even you
do not understand me, though I fancied
you did. VII not trouble you any
longer, Mr.. Fenton."
sit down again. and don't be a
goose" said he. 81 knew that YOU had
made up your mind what to do. and vet
you said you came to me for advice.
Now it so happens that I quite agree
with you in this particular matter. 1t
would be ridiculous for a girl with
such aspirations as you possess to mar
ny the son of banker at place such
as this is; you would both be miserable
for the rest of your lives"
THAT is what L feel. 1 do feel fl
very deeply"
"Of course you do. WHAT'S the name
of the young woman who was staying
with you in the summer-the artist
young woman?"
"Angela Power"
"Of course, that's her name. You
learned a good deal from her, did you
not?''
"A good deal? Everythingi II
learned everything from her. She
taught me what life is--what artis."
Quite so. What art is, and what
Dick is not. And now you have made
up your mind to go and live that ideal
life IN London; and as you have done
me the honor to ask my advice in the
matter, it is most gratifying to me to
be able to tell you that believe Won