The daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1904-1905, 1904-04-01

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to live in"
Il don't do anything to make 1t 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-
Mai. 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 sheY de-
manded Derringer. 1.-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 10 hours
a day in this June weather when she
ought to be at play"
mot so bad as that" said ScoveI.
''Trask gnaws her chains once i'm
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.
i 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, 1 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 misfortune,
with no one to blame. ScovePs tone was
sufficient guarantee that he suspect
ed nothing. 1t was mere good natured
no nfn H1n v1nIn rrfe,% af 10 e,s@r
ton 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 girl isn't beautiful or
anywhere near it, yet man of culti-
waited artistic appreciation thinks that
she is, what shall third person con-
clude? My own romance was suffi-
GENTLY complicated, but / began to sus-
pect that it was simple compared to
Trask's. 1 was tempted to try him a
little further.
Beauty to me-" said 1, SIS always a
question of more or less close approx
NATION to a 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 idear'-
ooh, that be hanged!' exclaimed the
artist fervently. Third rate studios
ring with it. I beg your pardon, Of
course, but types have about as much
to do with beauty as the major scale
has to do with one of Chopin's noe
turnes. Do, re. mi, ia, sol, la, 81! 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 a 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 l suspect it would be possible
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
lish blond type" said Trask, throwing
his half burned cigar into the road,
NOR an Ethiopian brunette type, nor
It's clouding up again. he added,
breaking the thread of his discourse
short off. Its going to rain. Good
night
He walked away toward the gate.
"Who is the lady, if it's permissible
to inquirer" said Derringer.
''Permissible?" echoed Scovel. "Why
not? We're getting into such a muss
of mystery out here that we can't do
anything. To the best of my knowl-
edge and belief, she is a Miss Jones,
who is living in st. 10 and comes out
here for art lessons. have heard that
her father or guardian or somebody
has lot of money, but 1 cannot testify
ID that point. Speaking as disin-
terested observer-if any man can be
in the presence of such
stunning girl as Miss Jones-I would
say that there IS a sentimental attach
ment between Trask and the young
lady, and that there's some sort of OPP
position, / don't know what"
Here's hoping that it will all end
happily" said Derringer. Il like TraSk
very much, though hang me if l under
stand hmr'
That was precisely my position.
After what had heard and seen. / was
almost ready to believe that his heart
was really set upon Lucy Ann Wither-
spoon, whose father or guardian or
did not have lot of money.
In that case 1 was doubly sorry for
Lucy Ann, since she missed her happi-
ness by a narrower margin, but | did
not see what I could do about it. I'M
less I should precipitate myself into
the struggle and win the pretty Miss
Jones for my own, thus leaving Trask
free TO follow his hearts heckoninR.