The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1900-12-09
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with a snap and starting

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eve been looking at the fountains, she
replied, evasively.
.-And horrid-looking pagan things they
are. too'' said the elder woman, turning
from them disgustedly. without Eouchsaflns
a. second glance. Come. II VIC expect 10
do the Abbey we must hurry up, or we
wont catch the train your urlsie IS
waiting for US at the top Oh 'ie ga
dem
And, to Potter's intense relief. she
grasped the young girls arm and hur-
ried her away, their figures the next mo
ment vanishing in the tangled Snfu
berry.
Potter lost no time in plunging with his
craTnped limbs into the water ana r.
gaining the other side. here ne aulchiy
half dried himself with some sun-Warril-
ed leaves and baked MOSES, hurried on
his clothes and FASTENED off in the oppo-
sitite direction to the path taken by
them, yet with such. circuitous skill and
speed that he reached the great gateway
without epcounteringI anybody. "A prlsk
walk brought him to the station IN time
to catch d stopping train, and in haif
an hour he was speeding miles away from
Domesday Park and his half forgotten
episode
Meantime the two ladies continued on
their way to the Abbey. II don't see why
I mayn't sketch things I see about me"
said the young lady, impatiently of
course I understand that must go
through the rudimentary drudGery OF my
art and study from casts, ana learn per
spective. and all that; but l can't see
what's the difference between working IN
q. suffy studio over a hand or arm that l
know is only a study, and sketching tull
or half-iergth in the open air with the
wonderful illusion Of light and shade ana
distance-and grouping and combining
them all-that one knows and feels makes
a picture The real picture one makes is
already in oneself
For goodness sake, Lottie, don't go on
again with your usual absurdltles! Since
YOU are bent on being IN artist and Your
Popper has consented and put you under
the most expensive master in Paris, the
least YOU can do is to follow the rules.
And | dare say he only wanted you to
sink the shop in company. II such
horried bad form for you artistic people
to be always dragging out your shetch-
books. What would you say ii your
Popper came over here and began to ex-
anime every lady's dress in society TO see
what material it was, just because he was
a big dry goods dealer in America.
The Young girl, accustomed to her
aunt's eXtravasances. maze no iepl!' nus
that night she consulted her SKETCH and
was so far convinced of her own lnstlllcts,
and the profound impression the FOUNTAIN
had made upon her, that she was enaoleu
In secretly finish her interrupted sketch
from memory. For Miss Charlotte For
rest was a born artist, and no mere ca
price had persuaded her father to let her
.adont the profession and accept the druds-
ery of a novitiate. She looked eaIestis
upon this first real work OF her mana.
and found it good. Still, it was put
pencil SKETCH and wanted the VlVIlcatAoi
of color.
When she returned to Paris she began
still secretiv-a larger study in oils. she
worked ,,pon it in her own room every
moment she could spare from her studlo
practice. unknown to her professor. ~
absorbed her existence: she grew thln
and pale. When it was finished, and only
then, she showed it tremblingly TO ner
master He stood silent, in profound
astonishment. The easel before MN
showed a, foreground of tangled lu1uri-
anca. from which stretched a sheet OF
water like a darkened mirror While
through parted reeds on its glossy sur
face arose the half-submerged inquire OIL
a river god, exquisite in contour, Yet
whose DELEGATES outlines were almost
vision by the crowning illusion Oh hShl'
shadow and atmosphere.
1T is a beautiful copy, madamolselle,
he said. drawing a long breath But
7 cannot now recall the original picture.
ITS no copy of a picture, Professor,
sad the young girl, timidly, and she
disclosed her secret. 1t was the only.
nerfect statue there she added diff
IDENTIFY; but l think it Wan,ed-soi1ie-
thing.
True" said the Professor, abstractedly.
..yyhere the elbow rests there should be
q half-inyerted urn flowing with water;
but the drawing of that shoulder is so
Derfect-as is your study Of lt-that one
guesses the missing forearm one CANNOT
see. which clasped it. Beautiful! Beau
tiful.''
Suddenly he stopped and turned his eyes
almost searchingly on hers
You say you have never drawn from
fine human model madamoiselle?'
Never said the young girl, innocently.
."rrue." murmured the Professor again
These are the classic ideal measure
ments There are no limbs like those
now. Yet, it is wonderful! AND TINS
gem. YOU say, Is in England!
Yes"
Good. I am going there in a few days
shall make a pilgrimage to see it.
Until then, madamoselle, I beg you TO
break as many of my rules as you ike.
Three weeks later she found the FRO
fessor one morning standlnS before lei
picture in her private studio. You nave
returned from England" she said JOY
fully.
II have" said the Professor, graNely
You have seen the original subject:
she SAID timidly. ;.
II have not. have not seen It,
he said, gazing at her
mildly through his glasses, because Il
does not exist. and never existed.
The young girl turned pale:
Listen l have go to England.
arrive at the Park Of Domesoay'
pentrare the beautiful wild garden.
approach the fountain. l see the won,
derful water, the exquisite light ana
shade, the lilies, the mysterious reeos-
beautiful, yet not SO beautiful as you nave
made it, madamoisele, but no statue-
no river god! l demand 1t OF the coz
cierge. He knows of it absolutely lio.,-
ing. I transport myself to the none
proprietor, Monsieur lie Due, at d o.s.altt
chateau where he has collected the ruliieo
marbles. 1t is not there -
Yet I saw it," said the young si Sill
earnestly. yet with a troubled lace;
Professor" she burst out, appeahhsis'
what do you think it was?'
Il think, madamoiselle," sad the FRO
fessor, gravely, that you created Il:
Believe me, it is function OF genius: