The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1908-12-09


house in PEBBLES pasture from the
4 eyes of the old people above, and
the forest of the swamp hid from
it, Also the view of plain and river
and hill that had so fed the poetry
in the soul of the little mother
We'll" said Luzanne, looking
J over her husbands shoulder before
the closed easel and color box, its
great, this coming into the country to
paint and photograph winter scenes
and finding yourself shut off from the
most glorious landscape you can
imagined"
Shut OFF," inquired her husband.
"Oh, you're content with the day of
small things, Eugene. I was till |
saw what lies on the other side of that
great wet wood down there"
What is it? Morning and Greek
The purple of the hills?'
Titles for pictures? No; pictures
themselves. Just the vale Of Avoca,
the vale OF Cashmire, the valley of
Ayilion, fragment of Eden. Some
thing idyllic and perfect. | was on
the edge of the wood and got init
was so alluring-deeper and deeper,
till there l was scared to death of the
morass-"
Poor child"
But it wasn't so wet, after all-it's
been SO dry-though there were spots
just steaming where the sun broke
through. But l skirted them and made
for the light. and the trees grew thin
ner. and suddenly l was at the end,
and there, below and beyond, lay the
very outskirts of Paradise. Yes, in
deed, view that would make our
everlasting fortunes and give us sat
isfaction in our souls if we could put
even bits of it on canvas. Why,
should feel I'd been chosen for sancti-
fication if | were only allowed to do
it. You must come down with me and
see for yourself, Eugene. l never
shall be content to go on painting old
Purple behind us there, now I've seen
this And fancy, if that swampy wood
were out of the way, we could sit
here all winter and SKETCH and feel
an uplift in every brushful of paint
and every one of the pictures would
be hung on the line next spring. Isn't
it hard to be shut out of Paradise by
bit of woods? It's as bad as q
flaming sword
I'm not shut out of Paradise" said
her husband, looking at her with the
red on her cheeks, the spark in hel
eyes, her whole face full of the spirit
Of life.
ooh, know, it's all delightful, oul
being together here by ourselves. II
is Paradise, of course. But that view
out there would justify it, and its
| vexatiOus to have to go afield for wha
| we might have from our own door
And it's too far in the winter weather
every day. There's long interval o
champagne country from tender greer
to dark, with warm russets, and ;
blush of red sapphire, threaded will
creeks that are neither blue nor green
but the green of the grass and tn
blue of the sky and the gold of tn
sun; and in the middle distance
river skins along, the blue stoopin
into it, and beyond are hills clothe'
with level layers of pine forest, an
you look straight into their depths a
if you penetrated mysteries, and owe
all is a bountiful, enormous sky, blu
as blue, and carrying here and Their
mares tail of snowy cloud. An
gulls-you ought to see the 1000
gulls swooping round the river! OF
it's no use staying here with that t
tantalize us, the BREADTH the large
ness, the freedom-and only old pul
pie hills to console us. One pictur
of old Purple and there's an end. Blu
this--why, you could paint all white
and not exhaust it. Think of it, wit
the blue shadows of the snow, wit
sunsets like fires OH a great hearth
in a dark blue midnight, while tn
stars shake in the wind! If we coul
wake up some morning and find
gone!"
1.-The days of miracles are gone"
"Oh, my, it makes me cross!"
WOuluu NC CIOoo, oW ccl puIFC,
or of motifs. I'd come In and max
my husband a cup of tea, and the
dress for dinner in my gown with tn
sea gray chiffons and make beliey
pearls, and I'd play was a Venetia
lady supping with old Tizian-'
Nothing, if not modest. beliey
you'd be satisfied to paint old Purpl
forever"
with my wife looking over M
shoulder; yes"