The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-12-30

NOUNS open Win Wonder.
I felt that he was neac me. My hear,
stood still. 1 would not make a spec
tacle Of myself Ike the others.
Indeed" he said, deliberately, over
| ing new school. She affects original
| ity. And such originality Certainly
nothing was ever. seen like 1t at all!''
could not help it. The, biting tone
the utter contempt of the words, the
strangeness of being addressed in such
q manner were too much for me.
could feel my throat Tightening The
hot tears were pushing behind my lids
The performance of that morning ]
witnessed again and again. When he
did srnile-when he dropped the faint
est word of praise or even encourage
ment-the recipient was in q seventh
heaven. I have seen girls flushed and
radiant with pride simply because he
did not find fault. / have known girls
almost swoon with Joy at single word
Of approval.
Molly Sirnplzins and talked over the
matter frequently. Her music teach
er. Herr Leszcynski, was even a more
formidable person than Julian Melrose.
The names he called the girls in horri-
flying German, and even in ineligible
English. were really quite awful He
had what is known as q "Jove-like
head" and all the young women in his
class were in love with him. too. be-
lieve really that the more abusive those
two men were the more the young wo-
men adored them. In fact Molly and
had not been students long before
! they formed the one ever engrossing
subject for our conversation. think
had my doubts as to whether it was all
quite right. but Molly was as infatuated
as the rest and would have no question
Ing.
Don't you see," she said, 'it's the
artistic nature that suffers from any
thing unartistic or unmusical. I sup
pose we have no idea of the way our
crude attempts jar on their nerves."
I Objected struggled. I must con-
fess, though, that, like all the others,
lost my head and as firmly believed
my heart.
The spring came on. I was drifting,
sailing further from my Charley and
his world every day I was working
myself to a srazzle. To have Julian
Melrose look approval appeared to me
the one thing most desirable in this
world-surely worth any sacrifice.
Sacrifice. I gloried in each hour de-
voted to painting. How much came
from desire for Julian Melrose's
terest in what l was doing l cannot
tell Molly practiced Nas painted. In
the evening we compared what our
masters" had said-dwelling on every
look, weighing every tone.
] remember the day very well. From
the scowl on Julian Melrose's dark face
as he entered each girl learned what
she might expect. All quailed; some
actually covering at their easels He
!,
morning he was withering-annihilat-
ing.
One by one he reviewed the rank of
workers. leaving much crashing of
teeth and almost wailing and tearing
Of hair behind him. He was In a furi-
Gus humor, and he poured out the walls
of his wrath even more generously and
literally than he ever had before.
I knew that my turn was coming. /
had been working hard. The result
was not satisfactory even to myself
What IT might appear In Julian Mel
roses eyes / could not tell. What he
might say 1 could only fear.
At last he reached me and stood be-
hind my high stool. Without a word
he reached down. He picked up a
palette knife lying on a chair. With
two scrapes he had swept away every
vestige Of the head upon the canvas.
You came from Boonville7" he de-
manded.
: Yes" faltered.
go back there. Go back there" he
commanded. There is where you be-
long
1 grew red I felt the humiliation of
such disgrace before the class covertly
ratching with all eyes-listening with
all ears. 1 was also furious. / think my
anger as much as my sorrow brought
the tears
You don't think can do anything"
I faltered.
Not in art" he declared. Perhaps
in Boonville, that Is where you belong.
You are out of place in any studio"
I was indignant. 1 think the sense or
my own powerlessness-ths feeling of
the false position as much as anything
made the tears overflow my eyes. was
too proud t. wipe them away. There
stood with the drops running Gown my
chesks-Julian MelroSe giowering be-
fore me. ! was so bewlldered that l
did not hear or notice anything. A step
sounded briskly on the wood floor.
turned with the rest of thG class.
THERE saw him miseily so that the
dreaml!ke expression was greater
there stood Charley McAuley smiling
grimly.
beg pardon he said sharply.
Thought Ia step.directly up, as l was
here. Seems just as well that did"
He glanced along the line of snifflins
damsels and finally let his eyes rest on
my countenance-
IT dropped In. I just happened 70
hear a few words and learned how
things were going"
You are an intruder here" thun-
dered Julian Melrose. Get out"
mot Just yet" Charley answered
amfably. mot quite just yet. I've
heard and seen some things that rather
surprised me. ( know I'm not on an
Intimate footing with tas WAYS Of arts