The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-11-16

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Z The rolling: ranges of. the Blue
Ridge and the Smokes have BE-
come the camping ground of am
bilious artists and art students.
Amaryl was accustomed to see
them pass along the road, with;
camp stools and other >parapher-
MALTA, to meet youths and maidens
in the pursuit of art wandering
through the forests, valleys and
fields, intent on hopeless and
fruitless attempts to capture the
glories of sunset and sunrise down
vista of far-distant peaks.
When their summer boarder,
tt, refore, unpacked an easel,
paints and brushes, Amaryl was
delighted. You could make
lovely pictures if you would copy
the scenes around here. | will
take you to see our wonderful
falls and cascades, and there is
nothing lovelier than Mission
Valley when the moon floods it
with light. A river runs through
it like a silver thread, and the
sawmill and little settlement be-
low the crags are wonderfully
picturesque"
Il came to your mountains
seeking the 'loveliest thing in Ma
ture,' the artist answered am
biguous1y. He was watching
Amaryl through half-closed eyes
while she transplanted some ferns.
She was too intent on her task to
notice his steady gaze.
The, artist seemed to be lazy.
He was content to spend hours
in his room, idling, presumably
then he would wander off with
Amaryl when she could spare the
time in the sweet, late afternoons,
to visit some beautiful spot she
told him Of. No one knew Of the
glorious canvas which he kept in
a closet of his room.
He would sketch for a few mo-
ments, then, throwing himself on
some moss-covered rock by
Amary1's side, would drift into
desultory descriptions of scenes
of far-distant lands, or would
wander into dreamy speculations
: on the problems of life, whose
charm was accentuated by the
mountain-made furniture that STU
playing it's Eolian harp in the
pines and henlocks overhead.
Their summer boarder had Of
fered SO large PRICE for the room
he occupied, with its quaint
mountain-made fur11itur, that Sr-
san Wilbors sad face frightened
visibly and a faint color came in
to her pale cheeks. Hes gen.
tleman,' was Sam Wilbor's COM
nent when told of it after he had
come home weary from his usual
work in the field.
The days passed swiftly that
summer, and never had Amaryl
been so happy. She was always
busy, but found time to take
pleasant strolls with Philip Arm
strong when her days work was
done.
"What pity you are not more
ambitious,' she said to him child
ingly. II am sure you could paint
better than all of them if you
would only try" at which the ar
fist laughed gayly.
Many long unknown comforts
crept into the cottage, and the ar
fist seemed to think it only ma
tural to buy lavishly from all the
country wagons as they came
numbering by.
He is pleasant and kind-heart-
ed, was Sans comment. "He is
much more than that Sam Will
Dor said, glancing down at his
toi1-worn hands. He has the
fine instincts of a man of true
breeding. He ought to be
wealthy; he would make a good
use of his wealth. =
The artist and Sam Wilbor
were congenial. They had long
talks together in the cleaning on
the porch, and the weather beaten
toiler. and former clubman saw
the summer draw to a close most
regretfully. =.