The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1907-01-31

One afternoon -ehe had heard
movers In the halt and knew that
the fourth-fioor studio had been taken.
The next morning unfamiliar sounds
fell from above--a mans voice. deep
and musical. ieapins up and down the
scale, a cheerful. ccmpanicnabie tor
rent OF melody that brought respon-
sive smile TO her face.
Next day she had learned bis name.
Seeking letters from the pile In the
lower hall, she had found coiorman's
catalogue addressed 60 John Tim
son, Esq" She had smiled at the
name; Timson was 10 unusual and
quaint and-funny. JohE she liked;
her fathers name had been John. All
the morning. as rshe. worked at her
copper bowls and csndlesticks. she
strove to picture personality be-
atting the name OF John Timson.
A week later she saw him.
After that they bowed. and then
spoke. Meetings became frequent
Aside from the little weakened
dealer ia old isorles and curl
osities on the first door. they were
the only occupants cf the house
who made. 1t their home. That served
as a bond OF sympathy. and they soon
discovered others. They we're both
prphans. and both without near rela-
lives; they were both struggling for
recognition as painter OF land
scapes In oils, she ~ a worker In
METALS. And then there were minor
sympathies bora ct simi'Ar tastes and
views which came 20 light In the hrst
year of their Friendship.
II became his custom 20. drop Into
her room for moment on his way
M and down stairs. and then in the
evenings for long. enjoyable talks.
while Re sat In her one easy-chair
aud smoked and she worked away at
an order or did her mending. Once
week ne descended tremendously.
Immediately clean. but diffusing
strong odor Of paint. and took lunch
with her, graveiy narveiing at the
display aud pretended alarm at her
recklessncss.
Once he had returned her hospital
ity--he had sold o small canvas-and
hey had dined sumptuously at one
end of the paint-stained table on lob
ster outlets and French peas and as
baragus, sent IA chilled, but appetite
ng. from the cafe across the square.
Aud be had made marvellous coffee
n an old copper kettle. and had pro
iuced a bottle of olives. which. he sol
snnly declared. had been two years
waiting the occasion
Usually he. called for her at the
astitute in Brcokiyn--she still al
ended an evening class three times
seek-apd brought.her homo.
Once they had walked back across
he bridge on brisk winter night
he white stars above them. the pur-
We lamps advancing and meeting
hem along their path. and the lemon
sd red axd green lanterns twink
ing up from boats and pier-heads-
hat night she had heard his story.
lie had told her of a boyhood spent
/ a little town IN western Missouri,
his first dim dissatisfaction with
is lot and his growing hatred for
oil In his fathers squalid general
tore" how at his fathers death-his
lother be had never kncwn-he had
;one to st. Louis. where he had
lerked by day and studied art by
tight, uutii. with 5000 saved. he had
ONE 10 New York and entered the
eague. lie had spent three years
here. and then had buried himself
the Jersey woods. living like her
oft, In q hut Of his Owe bu3lding. and
,aintlng from dawn 20 dusk. -fair days
md foA.
"And now" nc had ended. they're
eginning 60 know me. I've sold a
'ew caavases. mostly through Ruy-
er. Ruyter believes IN me. The
hing I'm working on now Is for tho
cademy tts going 60 take year;
.ut it's good. its the best I have In
ue--and' it's going 20 be hung"
"Oh. do 80 hope sol" she had said.
earnestly.
I've never dcrsbted a." he had an
wered. simply. IT'S big stake.
ut-rm going 10 win!"
And 80 that first year had passed.
nd the second Of their friendship
as three months old
One aftcrnoon-the morrow was the
st day for receiving canvases at the
csdemy -he entered her room. and
snk silently into his accustomed
hair. She looked up questicningiy
'om the silver buckle on which she
sss working.
'Finisscd." he said. glcomily.
Does u 60 to-dayy'
Tomorrow; 10 isrt quite dry yet.
suppose ought 20 be glad. but"
e smiled Goflornly-'T only feel ratIa-
lonesome" lie filled and lighted
,is pipe. DO you care 20 sec IL
sgains"
oh. yes" she answered. eagerly.
Upstairs he drew aside the yellow
IN cloth. and laid bare the canvas on
yhich bc-had toiied for almost year.
was large. six feet by four. and
ndoubtedly an ambitiocs effort for
that might be called first picture
ct the result was so splendid that
ne artists faith In its success seemed
Gstiiied
He had called Il "hugust''--a wide,
ar-reacbihg cxpanse OF salt-marsh
ibboned with bieo.s ereeze-lufied wa
er: aiong The horizon dim purple