The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1907-03-02
ON THE EDGE OF
CONVENTION
By WILL NJ HUNDLEY
Copyright, By Daily Story Pub. Coz

Kenton Someryille was an art en-
thusiast. Harmonious lines in any
thing animate or inanimate appealed
to him. And this October day found
him, a unit in a throng, fashionable
and otherwise, viewing the treas
ures Of Chicago's great art institute.
He made only a casual inspection of
the paintings, returning to the de-
partment of statuarg, which was al
most deserted Here he reyeled in
the material beauty of the sculptor's
dreams One statue in pure marble,
a life-size model of a woman's figure
aroused his keensst artistic appTe-
citation. livery curve and swelling
contour was harmony, nature itself
A short settee standing a few feet
away, invited ham and seated thEge
he gayeltimseli up to sle admiration
and study of this pieca of art &tter
a time the study shanged into a
reverie,
Tolfis faGy, for Ahe monBrt, the
New Era bad eorge. ATtif@taIity
and convention had given awsy to
nature, and the c1d Grecian shtand-
ardbf human cnltnre, mental, phys
zeal and 'ethical obtained. Men
walked uSbly, fine and straight,
sspurning the eadth and Thr' earthly
with prinoely foot, looking the world
I'M the face with honest dle2n eyes.
And beautiful women i'm flowing
rrobeslmDved glociously Through his
dreams, their fAces sweet and pure,
nnot through ignorance hut through
ia complete understanding Of life
and its meaning. Deeper asnd deep
er his revere became until he was
obliviOus tOaany casual visitor to
thereon.
''What in e6ll the work. is more
beautiful than a perfstt human
formP"
He started and turning quickly
found a beautiful woman standing
at the back of the ~settee, her darl
eyes bent imrapt attention upon thu
statue. She seemed to have spoken
more to herself than to him.
Turning again 10 the statue hi
answered I'M a tone borrowed from
the fair inaETrupter Gf,his reyerie.
."Not am earthly or sa heavenl!
thing! Sins is the ma$ter-stroke o
ccrnatiohlF
Gan ai5iat," she said, nmore as Al
assertionlGhan a question.
$40"
~"A poet tthen?"
~e9SNot EVEN a poet, if you judg
from rhyme and meter" he an
sswered.
TBut 1.-The representative soul O
zone"
He rose and bowed low before he
Then they looked deeply into eac
Others eyeE and smiled.
His gray eyes sweptOTer her an
the artist in his motel with kae
pleasure The high4hred am, the regl
lar, cleaF4Cut features with the We
yvety brown eyes, the clear, smOOt
skin, theqnle of dark hair, the pc
feet proportion of the malium sizt
form, the absolute poise, and last
the harmony Of oOlOringin the rit
gown.
She raised her NmOws i'm resen
ment at his bold scrutiny but quic
1ly 6hanged her mind and slniled.
'"Well?" she said.
'"The subject under considerable
4 believe, lis that marble aounte
feit7'
'@Gounteffeitr" she echoed
question.
eyes, counterfeit of what Mom'
was centuries ago, a mere piece
marble minus life and soul, get
reminder to the woman of what s.
meant to be"
NThere are none such, cow, ia
to understands" she asked in
slightly disdainful tone.
Zone in a million, perhapa."
"And why this state Of thing
pray tell, Mr.. 0FacleP"
"WrOng living, absurd style
dress and colossal ignorance. w
to-day" he went on somewhat b
terly, q saw scores of women W