Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-12-14
WHAT THE ARTIST SAW.

Caerlyon was painter OF romantic
Pictures-twelve-f square historical
canvases, which the critics say will some
Gay b" worth fortune apiece, when
the Pierpont Morgans of the future
struggle to possess them in the inter-
national auction rooms, and Caerlyon,
their creator, is in his grave, resting
| from his Lerculean labors. Caerlyon was
| big, like his works; tall, gaunt, bony
man, with long thin hands, long thin
arms and long thin face, pallid, but
strong Moreover, Caerlyon was con-
sumptiye; but his wasted frame was
full of fire; the inward fame which burns
in-and eventually consumesthe artist.
Caerlyon's wife, Lila, was utterly UNI
like her husbands deeply loved wives
50 often are--and when he married her,
his friends prophesied trouble. For Lila
Caerlyon was wayward slip of human
| ity. and it seemed as though clumsy old
| Caerlyon made a mistake, for once in his
| life, by choosing such a handful. It
might have been surmised, when Caerl-
yon was painting his wonderful picture,
Mary Queen Of Scots at Hollywood, that
he and his wife had at last discovered
that they had acted unwisely in their
marriage. Caerlyon, it is true, was inn
perturbable But Lila was in frac-
tious temper.
"You never paint me-" she pouted. as
| she watched him at his canvas why
shouldn't ] sit as a model? You haven't
got face yet for Mary Queen of Scots.
| Why not use me as model for her %
AT present, my dear" he responded,
slowly, as he mixed some fresh colors
on his palette. Eat present, my dear, you
are not beautiful enough to be my model
for Mary Queen of Scots. / will not
paint you till you are beautiful. At
present you e--only pretty"
He laid down his palette, smiled, and
took her hand Dear, dear girl, he said,
don't look so offended! You know what
\ rough brute | am. | have dreadful
habit of always telling the truth. Beau
ty and art and truth are the came to
me- different words, but with the same
meaning. / can't tell nice fibs about my
work. Forgive me, sweet Some day,
know, YOU win be beautiful, with the
beauty I am speaking of; but not just
Eyet Now you are pretty, as a flower is
pretty. When you get to learn-some-
thing which you haven t learnt yet
then youll be beautiful And then
shall paint you. I'm waiting for that
day and longing for it, but won't spoil
it by pretending it has come already Do
you understand, Lilla?"
"If I'm not good enough to be your
model" Lila was beginning, when the
door of the studio was thrown open by
the housekeeper, who announced, Capt.
Wiltshire"
Lila frightened Immediately. Its
| Cousin Stanleyl How lucky / do so
want to be checred up"
Precisely what I've come for" drawled
Wiltshire, advancing into the room, his
immaculate silk hat and cane in one
hand, and his other held out in greeting.
I"Afternoon, Caerlyon. How's the picture
getting on? 1t looks stunning. Why
hasn't Mary Queen of Scots got face?"
"I'm waiting to find suitable model"
said Caerlyon, shade coldly. He did
not care for Lilla's soldier cousin, who
seemed so frequently to find an excuse
to call and take her out for walks. ssSit
down, won't your"
mo, thanks. Can't wait. Capt. Wilt
shire remained standing, and twirled his
mustache cheerily. 1--WE got couple of
stalls for the matinee. Will you come,
Lillag There's not much time to spare"
"Lovely!" Lila clapped her hands. "rll
be ready in two minutes"
Its going to rain, Lila" objected
Caerlyon.
Pooh, who minds spot or two of
rain3. she retorted,
"Well,' he said, hesitatingly, "be sure
and take your macintosh and umbrella,
dearest. You must wrap up well, or
can't allow you to go at all"
Nonsense" she exclaimed. You're a
! r .Aa1 A 4. g.
ltosh and umbrella, indeed! You want me
departed. with shining eyes and a gay
Ilaugh--but without either macintosh or
umbrella.
Caerlvon sighed, and returned to his
easel. II must give her time he was
murmuring Some daysome dayi"
CaerIyon was aroused from his work
by sharp downpour of rain. beating
storuily against the skylight of the
studio He stood -ationless for an in
slant, listeui8g to the sharp tattoo of
the drops; then he flung down his pal
cite, and FASTENED to the window.
Below, the Chelsea streets were run
ming with wet, and the few pedestrians
who FASTENED along the pavements shell
tered uuueI unhpNelidS, Inc ctouQS were
leaden; there was not break in them
Caerlyon frowned anxiously and looked
at his watch. There was still half an
hour till the theater would be over. And
when it was over, Wiltshire and Lila
would come forth, out of the hot air into
/ this! All the cabs would at once be
taken: the omnibuses would be crowded
1 Wiltshire was careless fellow. and
would never have dreamt of ordering a
Gao beforehand. Lila would get soaked.
Caerlyon's hands elutched and I'M
elutched nervously He thought of his
frail girl-wife out in this deluge, with no
protection but her tlimsy, pretty clothes