Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1907-02-15

N1opyrlght. 1870, by J
One afternoon she had heard
movers in the hall and knew that
the fourth-foor studio had been taken.
The next morning unfamiliar sounds
Iell from aboye-a mans voice. deep
and musical. leaping up and down the /
scale, a cheerful companionable tor.
rent of melody that brought a respon- |
sive smile to her face
Next day she had learned his name. |
Seeking letters from the pile in the |
lower hall, she had found colorman's
catalogue addressed to John Tim
son, Esq" She had smiled at the
name; Timson was so unusual and
quaint and-funny! John she liked;
her fathers name had been John. All
the morning, as she worked at her
copper bowls and candlesticks, she
strove to picture a personality be-
fitting 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 in old worries and curl
osities on the first floor they were
the only occupants of the house
who made 1t their home. That served
as bond of sympathy, and they soon
discovered others They were both
orphans, and both without near rela-
tives; they were both struggling for
recognition-he as a painter of land
scapes in oils, she as worker In
metals. And then there were minor
sympathles born of similar tastes and
views which came to light in the first
year of their friendship
1t became his custom to drop into
her room for moment on his way
I'D and down stairs, and then In the
evenings for long, enjoyable talks,
while he sat in her one easy-chair
and smoked ard she worked away at
an order or did her mending. Once a
week he descended tremendously,
Immediately clean, but diffusing a
strong odor of paint, and took lunch
with her, gravely marveling ~ the
display and pretended alarm e her
recklessness
once he had returned her hospital
ity-he had sold a small canvas-and
they had dined sumptuously at one
end of the paintstained table on lop
ster outlets ana French peas and as
naragus sent in chilled. but appetlz
ing. from the cafe across the square
And he had made marvellous conee
in an old copper kettle, and had pro
dueed a bottle of olives, which, he sol
emily declared had been two years
awaiting the occasion.
Usually he called for her at tht
institute in Brooklyn-she sun al
tended an evening class three times
week-and brought her home.
Once they had walked back acros
the bridge on a brisk winter night
the white stars above them, the pun
Ne lamps advancing and meetlnl
on pnsm along their path, and the lemol
Y ana red and green lanterns tWlnF
ling IN from boats and pier-headf
That NIGHT she had heard his story
He had told her of a boyhood spen
in a little town in western missouri
of his first dim dissatisfaction wit
his lot and his growing hatred fo
toll in his fathers squalid generf
store" how at his fathers death-hl
mother he had never known-he ha
cone 70 st. Louis, where he ma
clerked hv day and studied art b
night. until. with $4,000 saved, ne ma
come to New York and entered ID
league He had spent three year
there. and then had buried himse
in the Jersey woods, living like ne
mit in a hut of his own building, an
nainting from dawn to dusk, fair daI
and foul.
And now" he had ended, they
Machining TO know me. I've sold
few canvases, mostly through hu
ter Ruyter believes in me. III
thing I'm working on now is for u
academy. It's going to take yea
hut it's good, it's the best nave
me-and it's going to be hung.
aOb do so hope so! she had sal
earnestly.
i've never doubted it. he had
swered. simply. Its a big stah
hut--Fm going % win is
And 80 thai sirsl yese asse
!. EMass<4,aiid a. their hdsh
- ~ - - -sdd
S1ne affernoon-tlie morrow was
last day for receiving eanvases at t
aeademy-he entered her room,
sank silently into his accustom
chair. She looked UP questioning
from the silver buckle on which
was working.
FINISHED" he said. gloomily.
Does it 60 today
Tomorrow: it isn't quite dry y
suppose l ought to be glad, but
10 smiled forlornly-.I only feel ra
or lonesome He filed and lgh'
ais pipe DO you care to see
AGAIN."
"Oh ges." she answered, eagerly
upgtairs he drew aside the yellc
in cloth. and laid bare the canvas
Wbich he had toiled for almost ye
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