The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1904-04-22
|, TIM ana BEAUTY J


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She was ID once the widest. most
daring and most reckless lttle SOU
brette to be found in any Of the
bohemian studios OF Paris. 40 gath
ering was complete without Inc mu-
sic Of her ID = hitter, the light of her
black eyes Scarce "a picture was
deemed complete until She had pass
ed upon il her own lnercilcss criti-
cism. for Tina, with all the bold
ness of ,ulgarty that was vet her
greatest charm. was still an apostle
Of the beautiful and the true and
the dramatic in the highest and best
sense of the words
perchance there came time when
her moral and social being under
went change. and The change came
with the advent ~ the Beauty.
There. IN a society where all re-
cciyed nickname. he had been
dubbed Inc Beauty" from the first
moment or hi- appearance among
them. and Tie name. by reason Of
its appropriateness. chung to him.
Certainly there was no satire in
it. Tall and Wen proportional,
with long. straight features and
clustering brown curls about his
well shaped head, the man they dub
bed the Beauty was handsome in
deed.
lie had come to Paris to work
Paris. the wonderful, the great.
wherein life was life indeed and art
was art. Ills name was Cecil
/ Brandt. and lie came from some re-
mote town IN the west of England.
She Was very silent when she first
saw him. She seemed TO gaze at
him wonderngly. as at some rare
creature that was different from
ANYTHING else she knew. They twit-
ted her aftcrward about it, saying
. She was unnaturally quiet. One was
even audacious enough TO suggest
2 laughingiy that it was a case Of love
, az first sight and that the mighty
E Tins wings were singed at last.
: But she broke away from them and
shut herself in her room and flung
herself on the floor there and cried
the night away, weeping perchance
the first bitter tears that her reck-
less life had known, tears born OF
In underlined feeling in her breast
that there was something wanting
in her. some womanly attribute that
I she had never caught and perhap:
q might never reach now.
Thereafter came the change II
her. She was IN all things the same
reckless, merry hearted Tim of ole
) DAYS. vet with all this there was q
subtle alteration Her dress wa;
neater and quietcr. her tousled hail
was smo0thed more often. Sht
. would creep up 20 his studio some
~ times and stand there timidll
D! watching him. lie painted as wei
N as he did everything else. Their
r were a power and a dramatic fore,
=. about it that were lacking in thu
70 work Of most of the men of th'
b schools.
= "You love your work." she aske,
(: suddenly one day as she stood nea
II him.
love it, he exclaimed. "Yes
= indeed. What would my life b
without it, Tim
"You paint WE'LL" She said, wit
decisive nod of the head.
lie laughed quickly
"Who made YOU critic, Lttl
one he asked. turning to her.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"They all show me their work.
, know the stvle Of each one OF then
some will never paint, poor boys
Some take to it as baby TO II
4 mothers milk. But they all as
me. / am 10 critic, but | kno'
when trees are trees and when fig
ures and faces live. Ny father wa
Is an artist here in the Quarter
"An artist: Have YOU neye
paintcd;'
nd She laughed, showing all he
Of white teeth.
lht Painted. Never. ] have a
,na my work to do to live. There is n
ils time for that, even if | could. ! a
ith sist madame, run errands, I
our am many Things But my fathC
W xas clever. lie would have been
us great artist had he lived"
W. GLOW long has he been dead
p he asked idly still painting steac
ly.
IL "Soon after | was born. 1t va
lls. absinth that killed him. / do No
' su remember him. ! was a baby. b.
al .hnv told mo and no was very Gle,