Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-04-11
LADY PATRICIA'S PORTRAIT
AND WHY IT NEVER WON \ NAME
FOR THE ARTIST

/ ] he artist dabbed his brush VlclouSly
on his palette and looked up with a word
Of reproach in his fine gray eyes.
Nonsense" he echoed How can you
say that Ioye-my loye--is nonsense,
| Patricia
Excuse me, Mr.. Kcston, but ] real
ly cannot allow you to call me by my
Christian name.'
You are always Patricia in my
| thoughts" said the artist. Il cain think
| Of you as nothing else. and therefore /
must say it. Your title-that hateful
word would stick in my throat! Pa
| tricia it is not the first time-you have
atlowed-ay, even smiled at hearing it
twenty times before"
Il darcsay," said Lady Patricia smil-
ing then. But, you see. you were not
making love to me then"
But it was encouraging went on the
young man vehemently you cannot
deny it. You are a hirt-a coquettel
Did you not lure me on with your smiles
and glaHccS? Did you not praise my
work to the skies and tell me that with
your influence in higher circles i should
make my name in the world?"
And now you have spoiled it all, you
foolish boy!" said Lady Patricia Ian
g1lidly. How could you be so stupid
How can help you with your work
now ?"
"Ah," said the young man passionate
~, what is my art, my ambition. my
very life worth to me without your pres
ence? Oh. Patricia, have pity on me!
You cannot be so cruel after being so
In e
hope, and / am happy Your eyes tell a
different tale to your tOnguei | know
you care for me. Patricia"
You are a very bold and conceited
young man. said Lady Patricia. still
smiling. And you are also very much
mistaken. Now. no more nonsense if
you please, aad pray make haste with
my picture. | have an interview with
my dressmaker at 3 o'clock"
The young man started up, all the
softness and pleading gone in an instant
His face worked painfully, his eyes grew
dark with anger.
You are a heartless unnatural wom-
AM" he said. 81 wonder how many men
you have ruined, as you have ruined
me {"
He caught up his brush and with a
supreme gesture dashed a Iyid mark
Of blue across the beautiful face on his
easel
THAT for your pictured" he said. 81
savage CLEAN i'll his eyes. And that foE
my artl'
lie picked up his paint box and flung
the contents furiously into the fireplace.
Then he tore his hat from the pegs and
turned toward his astonished model.
Madam" he said, you have killed
my ammtion-my only hope in life. To-
night viii finish your merciless work
hope you will not retain an unpleasant
episode long upon your conscience"
With these words he turned upon his
heel aud without another glance strobe
toward the door.
Lady Patricia had scarcely recovered
from her surprise when she found herself
alone
We'll. never!' she said as she sur
veyed the destruction i'll the fireplace.
There's reckless young man for you!
Ard my picture, too! What a waste
of my valuable time twenty five long
sittinss-and / have paid part of the
money in advance, too! Dear, dear mel"
And she laughed merrily. Then as the
laugh died away her eyes softened and
hes face took wistfu expression.
Poor boy How deeply he felt it,"
she said. And how handsome and man
ly he looked when he got into rage!
What Il pity now he was not duke or
millionaire instead of a penniless
artist! | might then nave made him
happy. Poor PAUL.
She looked across at her mutilated
picture and sighed Then suddenly the
young artists last words occurred to
her:
Tonight will finish your merciless
work | hope You will not retain an I'm
pleasant episode long upon your con
science"
What did he mean? He looked SO wild
and reckless, and he was So deeply in
love. Could he have meant-ah, no: the
thought was too awful lie could not
have meant self destruction.
Lady Patricia started up with II cry
and a singing conscience. She knew
quite well she had encouraged the ad-
miration of the sentimental Young
artist: so many men admired ner. and
she delighted in the power she held over
them, and of seeing the delight or disap-
polutment they experienced in her vary
ing oapriccs. And now-oh. no! II
could not be! Her vanity could not be
punished sol She must stop him before
| it was too late
With this idea firmly fixed IN her
mind. Lady Patricia rang the bell and
demanded her cloak
win my lady not allow me to dress
/ her said the little French maid. aeha~t
Nt the unusual proceedings of dressing
/ nm the drawing room.