The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1904-03-11
: TIM on0 BEAUTY !

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She was al once The widest. mos
daring ana most reckless little sou
brcttc 10 be found in any of IN,
bohemian studios of Paris. no gath
ering was complete without the mu-
SIC Of her laughter lhe light OF her
bloc owes nr7ror picture w0s
deemed complete unul Dr. had ras
ed upon II her own mercedes, cnu-
cism, for Finn with AN the bold
ness OF >uleriW that va. yct her
greatest charm. was stll AN apostle
Of the beautiful and the true and
the dramatic in the highest and best
sense Of the words
Pcrchancc there came time when
her mora. ami social being under
went a change, ana the change came
with the advent 81 tile Beauty
There, IN j society where all re-
ceiycd a nickname. De had been
dubbed the Beauty" from the first
moment 81 m- appearance among
them. end the namc. by reason of
It's appropriatcnc chung to him.
Certainly there wa, 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
He 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 hc 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 wonderingly, as at some rare
creature that was different from
anything else She knew They twit-
ted her afterward about it. saving
she was unnaturally quiet. one was
even audacious enough TO suggest
laughingly that il was case of love
at first sight and that the mighty
Tim wings were ,inged 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
she had never caught and perhaps
might never reach now.
Thereafter came the change in
her She wa- IN all things the same
reckless, merry hearted Tim Of old
days Yet with all thi, there was a
subtle alteration Her dress was
neater and quietcr, her tousled hair
was sm0othrd more often. She
would creep up to his studio some
times and stand there timidly
him lie painted as well
as he did everything else. There
We're a power and a dramatic force
about it that were lacking in the
work Of most Of the men Of the
schools.
you love your work." she asked
suddenly one day as she stood near
him.
'Loye it" he exclaimed. ~Yes,
indeed. What would my life be
it, TIM"
You paint WE'LL" she said, with ,
a decisive nod Of the head.
lie laughed quickly,
"Who made you a critic, little
one;' he asked, turning to her.
She shrugged her shoulders.
They all show me their work. ,
know the style Of each one Of them.
Some will never paint, poor boys
Some take to 1t as baby to its
mother mix. But they all ask ,
me. i am no critic, but | know :
when trees are trees and when fig
ures and faces live Ny father was
an artist here in the Quarter" {
AN artist: Have YOU never
She laughed, showing all her !
white teeth.
Painted: Never. | have all /
my work to do to live. There is no
line for that, even if | could. as Z
sist madame, | run errands, II !
I'm many things. But my father q
ras clever. lie would have been {
great artist had he lived"
How long has he been dead z"
re asked idly, still painting stead /
". !
Soon after ! was born. 1t was
lbsinth that killed him. do not !
him. | was baby. But I
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