Los Angeles herald., 1907-11-03


vessel initiated. He had striven to discover th
name Of the decorator, and had succeeded. &c. F.
stood for Genevieve Forsyth. AS to who Geneviev,
Forsyth was, rather as to where she might b
found, that was another matter. The people at tn,
pottery could only tell him that she had been EN-
ployed decorator for some time and had left the
works and gone to New York They informed hin
that they had learned she was young woman o
means who had taken up the work to indulge hel
fancy, The New York directory did not furnish hin
any information.
The pot and the name, however, enough for
poet-and artists are poets of the brush!to build
romance If fate should bring him in touch
with Genevieve Forsyth he felt that he should love
her Indeed he embodied her in visible FORM and il
the secret portfolio in which men who draw ant
paint-as also do who write-express those
things that sweetest and nearest to the heart
number of ideal heads, each one Of which was she
Dylon had two objects in life-to find Genevievt
Forsyth and to make for himself as the
painter of the great Southwest
Comes now the opportune knock at the door! The
stage being set, enter the dramdtis persona in the
shape of one important and one unimportant figure
Man, reversing the usual order Of courtesy, being in
the foreground it follows that the entrant figures
were women. One is DID, the other is young; one has
white hair, the other light brown, with complexion
that bespeaks darker crown and with the dark eyes
and red lips-the rich colors that accompany the
South and her dark children. mother and daughter
apparently Lifting lorgnette the weaker vessel OF
in two spoke
"Are you Mr. Con-" shortened from Coronado
"Dylon?'
Eyes, madam" said the young bowling with
the courtliness and grace of Spanish hidago which
three centuries and half of Americanism had not
been ablelt to eradicate.
"The artist?"
eyes"
"And did you paint that picture Of an Arizona
Canon in the exhibition at"
There it is mother!" said the young girl, who
had been swiftly encompassng the room and the pic
lures in her vision while the elder woman spoke.
$50 it is" continued the matron. Lifting her
lorgnette again. she stepped to 1t and scrun
ized it . 'The very same" she calculated in pleased
satisfaction. "My daughter and L" She paused
vaguely, hestant to whether to mention her name
or not. Again youth intervened.
al saw that place last summer born in Ari-
zona seem to have known that canon for"-she
paused-"centuries,' she added vaguely.
''My child" interposed the mother deprecatingly
with what might have been a blush in younger days
these personal details, and
a. too, was born in Arizona" began the young man
eagerly responsive to the unconscious appeal of SC
charming compatrot.
eyes, have heard Of the Dylons of that section
Are you one?"
"NoC only one DuC tne Only one, he returned
frankly
"And as l saw the place last year and admired it.
should like to have the beautiful picture you ex-
hibted for my own"
"It is not for sale,' answered Dylon abruptly.
"Why not
"My dear" interposed the mother again, "the gen.
tleman is not obliged to give for retaining
his picture"
81 am glad to do So" responded Dylon, although 1
fear can scarcely explain But any of these other
things at your service"
81 want that, and that alone" said the young lady
firmly.
for me- got this"-he picked up the clirdwellers'
pot-"there."
"And that other pot?" said the girl els that for
sale, too?"
"I am most unfortunate" returned Dylon. "Three
things that value most to be the only to
attract your attention cannot part with the pic
ture or either of the pots"
"Are there associations with the pots also that"
my dear Genevieve," began the mother reprovingy,
"I really must suggest that you do not"
There was second knock at the door. Dylon
turned to answer 1t and came face to face with a
short gray-haired man.
either of the people in the room. That was enough
for the artist. He turned with astonishing abrupt
ness leaving this latest visitor staring in surprise
Two steps took him to the side of the girl.
1T Isl
Did you paint that vase?"
"You shall have the picture for nothing. am glad
to give it to you"
Iris is most EXTRAORDINARY, exclaimed MIS-
Forsyth staring in amazement. Henry" she caught
a glimpse of her husband, come in /"
Dylon turned toward the
"Are you General Forsyth"
81 am"
Miss Forsyth says she knows of the Dyon family
in Arizona where she was born"
I in the army at the time and stationed there"
said Forsyth in explanation justification of that
fact whose proclamation seemed to annoy the mother
"She fortunate" went on Dylon gravely.
Delightful" laughed the girl.
"You, too, have probably heard Of the Dylon FAM
fly" continued Dylon.
General.
81 am its last representative. I graduated at the
Ecoe de BeGaT Arts in Paris studied under Jerome,
went to Arizona and have taken up the career of
artist"
II believe you will do well by It,, said the General
kindly, Judging from these''-hs glance swept the
room--"and now, how much for the picture? That is
It, is it not Sarah?" He turned to his wife.