Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-10

v ~ fgIF like it, and yet saw something worth noting in his manner.
 Miss Witherspoon helps her.aaunt," E said he, ''and you wouldn't wish her to do otherwise"
 sI would said Derringer. 'tI'd like to see her thousand miles from that kitchen. In my opinion, it's a polite fiction that she doesn't do anything but make the cake. I observe that she spends most of her time there, and wish she had something better to do."
 "There can't be anything better than housekeeping said TrasIk. ''It is the work of the best women on earth, the women who keep the world wholesome enough to live in, the wives and moth ers."
 well, upon my word" exclaimed Scoyel. "The misanthrope speaks up nobly. I didn't suppose you thought that the world a0Gs wholesome enough to live in."
 T don't do anything. to make it so," said Trask. Neither do you, for, that matter. But, as to Miss Witherspoon, she is not drudge. She has had first rate education; she has associated with cultivated persons. Her position here is not in the slightest degree me- nial. The people who come here, as you know, are of considerable social consequence, and Miss Witherspoon meets them upon a level of perfect equality"
 'Why in thunder shouldn't she%' de- manded Derringer "The girl might have been born on Fifth avenue for all that can see. But that doesn't alter the fact that she works about 16 hours 8 day in this June weather when she ought to be at play" Mot so bad as that" said Scovel ''Trask gnaws her chains once in awhile. There was a Japanese artist who made a hundred views of one mountain, but that's nothing to the sketches that Trask has made of Miss Witherspoon.'
 1 did not see any reason why Trask should be disturbed by this remark un- less he had read Miss Witherspoon as | had and was beginning to be worried. Knowing him even so little, I would have gone upon any sort of bond that he had never intentionally said one word to make the poor child care for him. and that it was all a misfortune, with no one to blame. ScoveIs tone was a sufficient guarantee that he suspect ed nothing. It was mere good natured banter. The whole gist of the situa- tton lay in Trask's own thoughts. "She has good face" he said, "most | interesting to an artist; really beautiful indeed.''
 | The words were commonplace, but | they produced a considerable effect upon me. If a girl isn't beautiful or l anywhere near it, yet a man of culti- vated artistic appreciation thinks that | she is, what shall third person con | clude? My own romance was suffi- ciently complicated, but I began to sus- l pect that it was simple compared to Trasks. I was tempted to try him a little further.
 Beauty to me-" said I, 'is always a question of more or less close approxi- nation to type Beauty is defined for us. We may hardly have our own opin- ions any more than we may quarrel with the dictionary. Miss Witherspoon is charming girl, but her face may be said to lack the element of ideal"-
 "Oh, that be hangedv' exclaimed the artist fervently. Third rate studios ring with it. I beg your pardon, of course, but types have about as much l to do with beauty as the major scale has to do with one of Chopin's noe turnes. Do, re, mi, ia, sol, la, si! Eyes, nose, mouth, hair, outline, coloring, ex- pression-nature can play a million millions of tunes on those seven notes Can you measure harmony with yard | stick? No, my friend. You should sim ply pray for God given appreciation" There is something in what you say,' remarked Scovel judicially, though suspectett it would be possible 1 for you to know more about music. However, you must admit that your ! pupil in art is a perfect illustration of the English blond type"
 There is no such thing as an Eng fish blond type, said Trask, throwing his half burned cigar into the road ''nor an Ethinnian brnnetta tr-2a ,.anr--