The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-02-03

And he really promised that he
would.
In another week Kitty sailed for
Paris.
That same week Miss Grey remained
away from the studio. thinking bit
terly of what Mr.. Archer had written
her. Then she wrote:
Dear Mr.. Archer:
IL appreciate the candor OF what you
say of my drawing, but cannot agree
with you. I know the estimate YOU
put upon woman's work. You are un.
fair. shall prove to you that you are
unfair. know my capacity for work
1t Is great. SO shall continue to
study.
please send me n line If you have
not time for me hereafter. Sincerely,
CECILIA GREY"
Mr.. Archer laughed when he read
this note. 1t amused him immensely
for a moment, but then he said: "Poor
girl, she'd better do that than nothing,
| suppose" so he laid aside his scru.
pies and wrote her n pretty little note
saying that he would be glad to help
her rs far rs was possible.
She painted all winter and Mr.
Archer came TO reason with himself
that II she desired happiness from the
work It was Just as well for her to give
her time to It,
1t was only n half happiness. how.
ever, to Miss Gray, and yet. to the
disheartencd. disappointed girl OF
twenty eight it was an exquisite mis-
cry just to be near the handsome artist
in the studio.
And but for the prcjudices of her
century and the limitations set by
society. she would have told him so
long before the winter was over.
Meanwhile. after the novelty Of II
had worn Off, Kitty did not find art
in Paris all she had fancied. She went
to the studio regularly enough. with
half a hundred more-English, Ameri.
can, French-who toiled and gossiped
and talked studio slang. and smudged
themselves with paint to safety.
Once n week the master came In.
moiselles," he laid his overcoat down
and his hat on top of that, then made
his perfunctory round of the easels,
taking brush of n crayon. and putting
In critical stroke or two on the more
promising studies. The others he
passed by without seeming to see them,
Kitty couldn't disguise the fact that
he passed her easel oftener and oft
ener; and then she would 20 to her
room and cry herself to sleep, only to
begin again the next morning.
She stayed in Paris ten months.
One night, as she was washing her
brushes, she looked particularly at the
professors favorite student, one over
whose work he fingered the longest.
How old she was! Thirty-fve or
more. and wrlnkled! She made Kitty
think of Miss Grey. She wondered II
she herself would look like that by the
time she could paint.
She stopped, and laid down the dirty
brushes, pushed back her hair from her
forehead with the back of her hand.
and said: II believe I'll do It."
Then she thought OF Miss Grey again.
"She's there all this while. suppose"
she went on to herself. 81 will do it.'
she said again, and that night she be-
gan to pack her trunks.
1t was spring when Kitty came home
again. One morning-she knew when
Mr.. Archer was at leisure-she walked
Into the studio.
He had not even known Of her re-
turn. She shut the door behind her,
and still clinging TO the knob, she said.
with something between n laugh and
a sob rs he came up to her holding
out his hands: "Oh. I'm not bit of n
success Mt painting Mr.. Archer" and
again her face was buried in his coat
front.
but you're not to think" she com
manded. "that women can't paint
some Of them-they can. glorlously-
but I'm not one OF them"
In the summer time Miss Grey. too.
concluded to give up art.-New York
News.