The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1904-08-23
A COMEDY

You could not say that Miss Angela
Muir INDUCED in fads FOR the word
does not express just the right idea.
Miss Muir had collection Of tur
guoises Of great value, and certainly
she devoted much time and money 70
the pursuit and purchase Of oil paint
iRgs preferably in the dark style of
Yelasquez. Now, If Miss Muir had
been Ike other rather young and very
wealthy women you would have
promptly and emphatieally dubbed the
turquoises and the pictures .fads But
then there was something about Miss
Muir which seemed to separate her
from the world.
Perhaps it was her great beauty,
which reminded you Of some marble
saint, or perhaps it was due to the
fact that the responsibilities of her
wealth had been thrown on her very
early and she had taken them very
seriously.
Now. II Miss Muir had not been Miss
Muir, but merely Miss Brown or even
Miss Jones, and had still possessed all
Miss Muir's millions and all Miss
Muir's beauty and goodness, you would
have unhesitatingly called Bernard
Graham a FAD Of hers AS condi-
tons were. Graham escaped this stig
matism aud was never referred to more
slightingly than as "the painter chap
that Miss Muir picked up somewhere Z
The where" Of Grahamis picking up
no one knew, nor is It Of the slight
est Importance 20 this story.
Graham was painting Miss Muir's
picture and this was d work Of time.
Miss Muir had no desire to cut short
the sittings, and the artist was ever
discovering something incomplete or
sadly wanting amendment that could
only be made with the more than fair
model directly before him. But the
picture grew, and the artist knew that
it was good-this being the greatest
reward that any true artist ever did Or
ever will receive to pay for the pains
of his work. And Miss Muir knew
that it was good, and knew that pres
emily there would be another great
artist placed among the ranks OF those
important painters who see and depict
something more than mere lire and
color.
So the picture grew, and the artist
watched alternately his subject and
the canvas wherein colors were super
imposed But the sitter watched only
the artist and turned from that only
to commune with her own thoughts,
her own thoughts being most Of the
artist. and next herself. and, last OF
all, Of the picture.
At last the picture wanted no more
for its completion Then Graham.
the artist, and Miss Muir, the mil
lionairess, sat down and ate toasted
mullins and drank tea. and the artist
gazed only at the picture, with now
and then glance at the woman, and
the woman gazed only at the artist,
with now and then glance at the
picture
Do you not suspect a tragedy If
So, you must be disappointed, for ii
was only a comedy, Just such a com
edy as occurs every day that the two
were enacting
II can hardly understand that it Is
finished said the artist with the
great contentment that follows on com
pleted work
''Nor I, Z said the woman, with a
great contentment of her own. You
have done fnn thing
Not Iyou and | !. Interrupted the
artist Il handed the brush merely;
yon gave me the inspiration. See it
now in the picture that way You lift
your head and look at things afar off
from this world Some day must
paint you as St Cecilia
And am | really just the picture n
breathed the woman, so softly that
the man did not hear her. as she arose
and stood in front of the canvas.
The thought struck her with a quick
terror, yet many d woman would have
enyied her the pale, pure face which
looked out OF the canvas Then re-
assurance came surely only love could
have guided the brush which produced
| such results.
Graham walked to the window, gaz-
ed out moment, and came back TO
her
You were the inspiration Miss Muir,
Of the picture that viii make me well,
not famous. but will give me name Of
my own. For that | owe you a debt
Of the deepest gratitude There is no
way in which can repay you the pic
ture itself is yours | will not make a
copy, for could not put into the copy
what feel to be In the original"
"Your gift is a prineely one, and l
accept it in the spirit you offer it.
But
"There must be no conditions, Miss
Muir have my artistic reward in the
knowledge of work to which | have
given my best. My material reward
win come in the orders which this
win bring me. And then owe you a
debt Of gratitude for the pleasant hours
Of our sittings.
/ Most Of all, owe you debt Of
gratitude for placing something else In
my power Let me show you"
Uncovering smaller canvas, he
brought it to the light and said SIMPLY.
! THAT Is the girl am going TO marry.