Arizona republican., 1906-12-30

women cry. when we see that, we feel we've got a call to speak out in meeting. Look at all these beautiful young ladies here in tears. I've heard some of your talk to 'em. and you may be artistic all right. but in Dead Man | Gulch we'd call you a low down, white hearted cur. bullying women."
 Julian Melrose started and took a step toward the speaker.
 'I don't think I'm going to have any J trouble with you" Charley went on. "I don't mind telling you that l think you're easy. still"
 He put his hand behind him and drew out a pistol-no pretty, shiny thing-but a grim. black terror that made me shudder to look at it. 'I brought my gun along" he said. Not that expected I'd have a use for 1t. but just from habit However. seems 1t comes handy"
 What do you mean?' stammered Julian Melrose paling visibly.
 I'm just going to conduct a little art class of my own.'' Charley said. I'm just going to give a little instrue- tion and criticism myself" He looked straight at Julian Melrose. "Pick up | that board with the paint on it-and | those brushes"
 | Melrose stood defiantly.
 "Pick-quick" Charley said deliber- ately as he raised his gun" I stood motionless. like all the rest of the girls. intent upon what was hap pening. l felt that any one must know i that Charley would not fire; but I did not stand there before that black mug gle with Charley McAuley's eyes look | ing along it. With an apprehensive glance at the pistol, Melrose did as he was bid.
 Now" said Charley. pointing to my canvas. there's a nice frame that you've just most thoughtfully cleaned little cartoon for us on that. An you've got to do it good. cause I'm bossing this job. an my artistic judg- ment is most severe. Understand" Julian Melrose stood holding the brushes and palette through which he had instinctively put his thumb. never saw such incarnate fury as showed in his white face. He seemed unable to speak, almost unable 10 move
 "Now." said Charley. seating him. self on a stool. Wen begin. I'll just give you ten minutes to turn out masterpiece"
 This outrage" Melrose stuttered. Hush" said Charley very gently.
 You're not talking to these beauti- full young ladies any more. To be strictly accurate, I'm talking to you ITl tell you. therefore. that you've got so accustomed to being around among women an having 'em bow down to you and fiatter you that you've forgot what's becoming in a man. Because you've been allowed to terroriZe class of girls you've got to think a lot too much of yourself-toO little of what is due to ladies I'm just here and now going to rectify that little error on your part and teach you a lesson. Now we'll i come down to what's doing. l said I'd give you ten minutes. I saw a fellow 1 at a fair once make a picture with | colored chalks of Washington Cross ing the Delaware in five minutes-ice and flags and surrounding scenery in ! full. If your what your cracked up to be. I guess you can slap us out some thing in ten. You don't need to do a'-v thinking: I'll furnish the subject. Ia dies he said turning to the class. we are now going to have an interesting exhibition Of this renowned painter | giving us his idea of the way the Father of his Country looked on that historic winter night when he surprised the British"
 "A picture" cried Julian Melrose, ! without modcls?"
 Do you need something to paint from? said Charley. "Why, haven't you got far enough to do without copy
 iag?"
 "A picture" gasped Melrose, with a subject"
 Well" said Charley, hasn't pie
 ture got to be of something. Now you paint an I'll do the talking"
 Charley looked at him steadily and for a minute did not speak. Paint Ju- Han Melrose did. could hardly believe what saw. Under the compelling gaze Julian Melrose turned toward the can vas. Charley's look seemed to impel him. and he raised his brush.
 one by one-step by step-the girls drew forward. There eyes were round
 with staring. Their mouths open wlth
 wonder Was it true? Still there was
 Charley sitting and smiling and Mel
 rose painting away for dear life-every
 now and again looking about only to
 return hastily to what he was doing.
 Painting, The wonderful daub he was
 making-as was not only to be eXpec-
 ted-looked like the work of child.
 Three minutes up," announced Il Charley. You're falling behind the
 record. And as for quality. Drawing.
 Why you'd better be drawing an apple cart than trying to be an artist! Color the House Painters Union wouldn
 admit you. However. don't shoot the musician. he's done the best he can still if I might advise, l think little more foreshOrtening and perspective and chiaroscuro, not to say breadth and width. and technique and savoir
 faire. and handling and catch as catch
 can would help"
 Suddenly l laughed a nervous httl' laugh of excitement. A litter ran round the ranks of girls. The air clear ed. The surcharged atmosphere grew more peaceful. All crowded about, gig gling and whispering-and watching The ogre had been Overthrown. Char ley had destroyed the dragon From
 before my eyes a veil seemed to drop ] i'm, 1,a r1aPp diff