The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1902-12-17

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To my poets soul she speaks the un-
known language.
Today she came SO close to me that
the vioiets on her breast struck me
with their fragrance.
And you will make me beautiful
more beautiful than l am" she said,
drawing nearer.
THAT would be impossible" re-
sponded.
But although l was in love knew In
the heart OF my artistic soul that IL
Was not. The sQuint in the eye. the
long upper lip, would transform them,
make the eye-that OF an angel and the
lip like a curled rose-leaf.
You will make me perfect" she re-
peated.
Il could not do otherwise u l were
Truth, answered, with my hand up
en- mfy heart, although my heart was
in my eyes.
She appeared satisfied, AM my re-
ward took the form Of two large viois Is
which she fastened in the lapel Of my
coat with her slender lily fingers.
kissed them unrebnked, and after she
lett the coat was hung away and /
wore it no more.
Every Jay the perfection OF lowell
ness came nearer It's close, although /
spent as much as an hour on the nero
curve OF an eyelash. and painted with
incredible slowness.
Her interest became intense toward
the end. With imDatience she would
suddenly come and look over my snoul-
der, and as she saw the bewildering
beauty Of Il she would smile in pleased
c0ntentment.
ut is lovely. far more lovely than
am, she would say; but that is what
wish. 1t is to be exhibited. II is 10
50 down to posterity, and l would give
them cauge TO remember me"
Moz Dieu. II has all been SO sudden,
so atrocious. That devil-cat with the
iace OF an angel and the heart OF
monster She has wrecked mel can
never again WELD my brush under the
stroke OF inspiration.
Beauty is no more for me; art is no
more for me. but have left--rerenge.
Let me think how IL all hoppened.
The sitting was over, and it was le
last She rose and walked toward tho
easel where my hopes and dreams, and
the happiness OF many ar hour, lay
imbedded.
Her cursed loveliness breathed next |
me, and forgot-and told her Of MY |
love. And then--heard a naughty tone |
speak with great anger and distinct
ness.
You forget. Monsieur. You were |
| believe, to paint my
portrait and that was all If preferred /
10 vile away the time as did. do not /
wish It misconstrued. | smiled on you
that all your art might be mine. thar
he portrait might pe your best, 1t
you would forget the errors in my face.
You have done all this. l shall expect
he picture tomorrow"
With that she placed a check upon
he table and left the room.
! ground the check TO a pulp, turned
'oward the witch-craft on the canvas,
md then-revenge came to me.
Seizing the brush / transformed the
'urled roseleaf Of an upper lip into an
irish elongation. and the cast in the
we, under my touch, became a most
horrible squint.
But, with all the change. IL was un-
leniably. unmistakably she. as her
'nemies would paint her.
Tomorrow the exhibit opens and it
sill be the grand day. when all will he
here-except Madame. She will not
'e interested, for she win be waiting
mpatiently for her own Likeness, to
end 1t to the exhibit. She will also
indulge in speculations OF fattery and
ldulatio to come.
Yesterday I sent the picture. This
morning. early went 10 sec n fnvunif