The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-01-03
AN ARMY BRIDE-R2NA mp y45RY Lieut. JOHN lloyd
AT A FRONTIER FORT

Adair at the Point, but had made no sort
Of a record except in the drawing class.
Coming from a small town In Missouri.
much as Adair had come from his native
hills. he had known nothing of brush
and paint until they had been introduced
to him casually In his school course.
Then he discovered his talent. He had
resigned Immediately after his gradua-
ton, and taking the two OF three thous-
and dollars his father had allowed him,
had gone to Julien's in Paris, and had
seen portrait of his hung in the Salon
at the end Of the second year.
Morrison was the last man on earth
TO be taken for an artist by the people
in whose minds there Is a conventional
portrait Of Tie type. He was almost as
big as Hecker. but where Hecker's was
the bigness of a mastiff, Morrison sug-
gested the wolf hound. Long of head
and dark Of eye. close clipped as to hair
and mustache. abrupt in speech and
manner, Morrison was Of the size and
aspect to command instant respect and
attention anywhere
Adair felt in that first hand clasp the
tonic OF friendship.
1t looks very much as though your
resolve to throw of the weight of the
Indian question didn't come any too
soon" Morrison said, scanning Adair's
face closely as they sat down on one
Of the seats that ran along the upper
deck OF the ferryboat. That wound
OF yours must have been more serious
than you gave me TO understand. How
did 1t all happen You know I was
away up in the north country, out OF
the line of newspapers, when the thing
occurred I was a good deal surprised
down at the Bohemian Club the other
night at hearing Allison. who was put
ting in some mining machinery down in
Tombstone at the time, telling very
romantic tale about your rescuIng
beautiful young woman from the
Apaches. How was it,"
Morrison was an imaginative man. and
a close student OF faces. The men who
worked alongside Of him said he was
going to be the most terrible of portrait
painters. for he could analyze the lines
of the human face to a minute degree.
and translate their meaning so that
all the world might see.
He saw at once that there was more
than physical III at the bottom OF
Adair's trouble. He had always been
fond Of him. he told himself because
AdaiT's face was the purest and simplest
he had ever seen It's fawless outlines
had fascinated him as q beautiful horizon
line would have delighted him. But now
when he beheld these lines lost In 2 .
tragedy of suffering. saw this nature /
warped and torn, he felt that there were /
depths which. could he sound them. /
would give him ZEN vistas OF human /
life.
There IS very little to tell" Adafr /
said AS usual, the club story is story
pure and simple. There is only one line /
Of the genuine narrative: I was coming
into the post TO take a new command /
and 90 down into the Cananeas to keen
the pass from the Apaches. Miss Went /
worth, the colonel's niece, had made 2
and lost he- party. and
/ escorted her over from Tombstone
The Indians attacked US, and we were
saved just in the nick of time by the
soldiers who were following the Indians.
It was very commonpIace-hard worth
a paragraph in the paper
II strikes me that it was a little past
Inc nick Of time, from the way you
are carrying that bullet wound"
It's nothing. I suppose it's the Ari- /,
iona climate. What q pretty sight San
Francisco is, lighted on her hill tops"