The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1901-06-21
THE PICTURE OF THE YEAR,

bosom friend, Amy Smith. was sitting
upon the floor devouring sandwiches.
WHO do you think met just now in
the passage, Janums?''
The Bcauty?'
The Dreamer?"
NO; the Genius
''Oh! How divine"' exclaimed several
Of the listeners.
He was carrying glass Of milk and
Walter Harecourt. or the "Genius,"
was in the upper Life: certain fixity
Of expression, masterful bearing, and
the undoubted promise of his work had
gained for him the above nickname.
He said that he was taking Lily
some lunch.'
He surely did not say Lily ANY,"
no, Janums, he said, Tom Lilliput."
Antique into the Prelim., it will be be-
cause the Genius has helped him.
Il never see the Genius working on
his study, though. Janums."
No, but he advises him."
He advises you, and so do the Dream
er, and the Beauty, and Lily, and all the
Others
Poor Lily: he is fine adviser. Have
come and look" and after finishing their
lunch the two girls hurried into the An
tioue.
It was Tom Lilliput's final try for the
Preliminary School of Painting, and
sending-up day was close at hand.
"How you do grind at your study, Mr.
L;llpu:; you look tagged to DEATH" said
Janey.
At the sound of her voice Toms
harassed expression turned to one of
pleasure. He looked at Janey, in her
dark dress and pretty figured apron, and
smiled his approval.
Why do you work so hard, Mr. Lilli-
put?'' she asked.
II will tell you some day." he said.
And me. too?' queried Amy.
NO, Miss Smith-that isl ~
His embarrassment overwhelmed him;
but fancy, in her tactful little way, in
stantly changed the subject. - - ~,
Il got into the Life the second time
sent %p'" she said: Il remember being
My father said he would like to 60 and
smash the academy windows, he was so
wild about it,
Il have no father to sympathize with
me over my manifold failures, and my
brother doesn't believe in me as a paint
err
His brother would be an owl if he
either said Amy to her friend, as she
entered the life class. where the draped
model was already in her place after
the luncheon interval.
Janey was about to follow when the
Genius stepped up to her:
Miss Heath" he said, I've been hav-
ing surreptitious glance at your study;
l think the figure is trifie out of scale;
if you can stay for few minutes after
the class l will show you what I mean.''
He did show her what he meant. The
lesson in technique was lesson in love.
Il am poor, but l can work-Janey, be
my wife,
Genius" moved. Her sense of power
was awakened. She proceeded to en-
courage him; but when he dared to be
more impetuous in his protestations, she
drew back and became adamant.
oh. Janey. You don't care for me.''
he cried at last.
Yes, l do care she said somewhat
Immediately: Il only said care" she
cried. escaping from his embrace and
tripping out of the classroom.
In the corridor Janey met Tom Lilli-
put.
Il am so glad you have not gone," he
said. Il have been out to fetch you
some roses"
Janey endeavored to express her
thanks for lovely bunch of roses; but
she was bashful Will Tom.
Il want to talk t. you. Miss Heath;
may t.
Let us so to the end Of the corridor:
it is 4uieter there" suggested Janey.
wish me luck,' he said, when they
were seated beneath the large window
that lighted the passage.
Il do with all my heart" replied
Janey. and her eye. were earnest.
You asked me why l work so hard.
Miss Heath. l am il lovev'
The words were hardly spoken before
::1aney felt bored. Listening to ''Lily's"
nor interesting. Had she felt sure IF
not bursting into tears she would have
given voice. to sarcastic remark.
oh! Mr.. LiliiputP
The color left her cheeks, and she felt
quite helpless.
70 msrs t am poor 90; viii you trust
art is such HOPELESS business" she
murmured.
Until one succeed, yes; l am going
to succeed"
It passed through Jney's practical lit-
tie head that the "Gtnius'' was thou
sand times more Likely to succeed than
Tom Lilliput: but sh loved Tom Lilli-
put in her frivolous little way.
will you think orer what 1 have
said, Miss Heath?' ard her yes made
him gloriously happy. ;.
Amy, ANY, she cfed, bounding into
the dressing room. mr.. Harecourt and
Mr.: Lilliput have both proposed to me;
which shall 1 accept?''
(which do you loveY
Mr.. Lilliput-1 think yes, am sure.''
great painter. Tom Elliput will never
do any good.''
A student passing the aoor at that mo.
ment heard the last worts.
By, 1 will, thought he exclaimed
under his breath. and as lie left the acad-
envy his best friends void hardly have
recognized in his pale anddrawn face the
gentle features of Tom Llliput. .57sz
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It was vanishing day at the Royal