Arizona republican., 1906-12-30

color, Notice the drawing-so accu- rate. l do not observe that one side of the models face is half the size of the other. Undoubtedly some fault of my vision I can not see that the sitter is broken out with smallpox Some thing must be the matter with my sight. An! We must look to our lau- rels-"
 One may imagine the state in which the girl was by this time with all the others listening and giggling in the most flattering manner at his humor. She was crying, too, and indeed in his progress he left a train of weeping maidens behind him.
 I felt that he was near me. My heart stood still. I would not make d spectacle of myself like the others. Indeed" he said deliberately over my shoulder. "Mademoiselle is found ing a new school. She affects original ity. Certainly nothing was ever seen like it at all!"
 I could not help it. The biting tone, the utter contempt of the words, the strangeness of being addressed fin such manner were too much for me. could feel my throat tightening. The hot tears were pushing behind my lids. The performance of that morning I witnessed again and again. When he did smile-when he dropped the faint est word of praise or even encourage ment-the recipient was in a seventh heaven. I have seen girls flushed and radiant with pride simply because he did not find fault I have known girls almost swooh with joy at a simple word of approval.
 Molly Simpkins and I talked over the matter frequently. Her music teacher. Herr LesZcynski. was even a more for midable person than Julian Melrose. The names he called the girls in hor- rifying German. and even fin intellig ible English, were really quite awful. He had what is known as a "Jove-like head" and all the young women in her class were in love with him. too. I believe really that the more abusive those two men were the more the young women adored them. In fact, Molly and Ihad not been students long before they formed the one ever expressing subject for our conversation. l think had my doubts as to whether 1t was all quite right. but Molly was as in fatuated as the rest and would have no questioning.
 Don't you sec" she said, tits 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-I struggled. l must con- fess, though, that, like all the others, I 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. l was working myself to a frazzle. To have Julian Melrose look approval appeared to me the one thing most desirable in this world-surely worth any sacrifice Sac rifice gloried in each hour devoted to painting How much came from q desire for Julian Melrose's praise and how much from a real interest in what l was doing can not tell Molly prac - ticed as l painted. In the evening VIC compared what our masters had said dwelling on every look. weighing ev- cry tone.
 l remember the day very well. From | the scOwl on Julian Merose's dark face as he entered each girl learned what she might expect. All quailed; some actually covering at their easels. He 1 had often been scathing before. That morning he was withering-aanihila ' ting.
 One by one he reviewed the rank oi workers. leaving gnashing of teeth and almost wailing and tearing of hair behind him. He was, in a furious hu- msr, and he poured out the vials of his wrath even more generously and l liberally than he had ever before. 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 I could not tell. What he might say I could only fear. At last he reached me and stood be- hind my high stool. Without word he reached down. He picked up a pal cite knife lying on chair With two scrapes he had swept away every yes | tige of the head upon the canvas.
 You came from Boonville?" he de- manded.
 "Yes.' I faltered.
 "GO back there. Go back there" Inc commanded. There is where you be- lsng"
 l grew red. felt the humiliation oi such disgrace before the class covertly watching with all ears. I 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. "Perhap: in Boonville, that is where you belong You are out of place in any studio"
 I was indignant. l think the sense of my own powerlessness-the feeling of the false position as much as any thing made the tears overflow my eyes I was too proud to wipe them away There I stood with the drops running down my cheeks4Julian Melrose glow ering before me. I was SO bewildereC that I did not hear or notice anything A step sounded briskly on the woOC floor. I turned with the rest of tn, class
 There-I saw him mistily so that th' dreamlike impression was greater there stood Charley McAuley smiling grimly.
 Beg pardon" he said sharply
 Thought I'd step directly up, as wa!
 here. Seems just as well that did" .t, ffTIgy