The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1907-02-01

movers in the hall, and knew that
the fourth-hoor studio had been taken.
The next morning unfamiliar sounds
fell from above-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 a colormans
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
stroye 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 ii their home. That served
as a bond OF sympathy. and they soon
discovered others. They were both
orphans. and both without near reia
tives: they were both struggling TOT
recognition-he as painter Oh land'
scapes in oils. she as worker III
metals. And then there were minor
sympathies born of similar tastes and
views which came TO light In the nrst
year OF their friendship.
1t became his custom to drop into
her room for a moment on ms way
up and down stairs. and then In the
evenings for long, enjoyable talks'
while he sat in her one easy-chair
and smoked and she worked away at
an order or did her mending. once a
week he descended tremendously
Immediately clean, but dinusing
strong odor OF paint. and took lunch
with her. gravely marveling at the
display and pretend ed alarm at 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 paintstaincd table on ioD-
ster outlets and French peas and as
marquis, sent in chilled, but appetiz'
ing. from the cafe across the square
And he had made marvellous conee
in an old copper kettle, and had pro
duced a bottle of olives which, he sol
EMMY declared, had been two years
awaiting the occasion
Usually he called for her at the
institute in Brooklyn-she still at
tended an evening class three times
week-and brought her home.
once they had walked back across
the bridge on brisk winter night
the white stars above them, the pur
pie lamps advancing and meeting
them along their path. and the lemon
and red and green lanterns twink
ling I'D from boats and pier-heads
That night she had heard his story
He had told her of a boyhood spent
in a little town in western Missouri
of his first dim dissatisfaction witt
his lot and his growing hatred fol
toll in his fathers squalid genera
store" how at his fathers death-hii
mother he had never known-he had
gone to St Louis. where he hat
clerked by day and studied art by
night. until with 1000 saved. he hat
come to New York and entered The
league. He had spent three years
there. and then had buried himself
in the Jersey woods, living like her
NIT. in a hut of his own building, anC
painting from dawn TO dusk, fair days
and foul
And now" he had ended they're
beginning to know me. I've sold |
few canvases, mostly through Ruy
ter Ruyter believes in me. The
thing I'm working on now is for The
academy. It's going to take year
but its good. it's the best ! have IL
ue-and it's going to be hung
\ "Oh, | do so hope SOL" she had said
earnestly.
rive never doubted II" he had an
swered. simply. Its a big stake
but--I'm going to win"
And so that first year had passed
and the second of their friendship
was three months old.
One afternoon-the morrow was thu
last day for receiving canvases at tn,
academy--he entered her room. anC
sank silently into his accustomed
chair She looked up questioningly
from the silver buckle on which sh,
was working.
Finished he said. gloomily.
Does IL go to-day?"
Tomorrow II isn't quite dry We;
l suppose | ought to be glad. but
he smiled forlornly-T only feel rath
er lonesome" He filed and lighted
his pipe. do you care to see 1
again."
ooh. yes" she answered. eagerly
Upstairs he drew aside the yellow
fish cloth, and laid bare the canvas OF
which he had toiled for almost year
II was large. six feet by four. ant
undoubtedly an ambitious effort fo
what might be called a first picture
yet the result was so splendid tina
the artists faith in its success seemed
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