The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1908-05-06
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What the Artist Saw



Observation-Disclosures square historical
canyases, which the critics say will
some day be worth fortune apiece,
when the Pierpont Morgans of the flu
ture struggle to possess them in the
international auction rooms, and Caerl-
you, their creator, is In his grave, rest
ing from his herculean labors. Carel-
yon was big, like his works; tall,
gaunt, bony man, with long thin hands,
long thin arms, and long thin face,
pallid, but strong. Moreover, Carelyon
was consumptive; but his wasted frame
was full Of fire the inward fame which
burns in--and eventually consumes
the artist.
Caerlyon's wife, Lila, was utterly
unlike her husbands deeply loved
wives SO often are--and when he mar
ried her, his friends prophesied trouble.
For Lila Saerlyon was hayward slip
Of humanity, and it seemed as though
clumsy old Caerlyon made a mistake,
for once In his life, by choosing SUCH q
handful. 1t might have been surmised,
when Caerlyon was painting his Won
derful picture. Mary Queen Of Scots at
Hollywood, that he and his wife had at
last discovered that they dad acted un-
wisely In their marriage. Caerlyon, it
Is true, was imperturbable But Lila
was In a fractions temper.
"You never paint me- she pouted, as
she watched him at his canvas. "Why
shouldn't l sit as model? You haven't
got face yet for Mary Queen of Scots.
Why not use me as a model for herr"
lat present, my DEAR" he responded,
On his palette, TAT present, my dear, you
are not beautiful enough to be my
model for Mary Queen of Scots. 1 will
not paint you till you are beautiful.
At present you are-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. I have
dreadful habit Of always telling the
truth. Beauty and art and truth are
the same to me. different words, but
with the same meaning. I can't tell
nice tibs about my work. Forgive me-
sweet. Some day, know, you will be
beautiful, with the beauty I am speak.
Ing Of: but not just yet Now you are
pretty, as flower Is pretty. When you
get to learn-something which you
haven't learnt yet-then you'll be beau
tiful. And then I shall paint you. I'm
waiting for that day and longing for 1t
but won't spoil it by pretending it has
come already. Do you understand
Lilla?'
IF I'm not good enough to be you
model" Lila was beginning, when thu
door Of the studio was thrown open BY
the housekeeper. who announced, Capt
Wiltshire"
Lila frightened Immediately. att
Cousin Stanley! How lucky. / do 81
want to be cheered up"
Precisely what I've come for
. drawled Wiltshire, advancing Into tn
room, his immaculate silk hat and
cane in one hand. and his other bel,
out In greeting. Afternoon, Caerlyor
How's the picture getting on? It look
stunning. Why hasn't Mary Queen o
Scots got a face?'
I'm waiting to find suitable moo
: el." said Caerlyon, a shade coldly. Fl
did not care for Lilla's soldier cousin
who seemed SO frequently to find an e1
cuse to call and take her out for walks
"Sit down. won't your
mo, thanks. Can't wait" Cap
Wiltshire remained standing, and twir
ed his nlustache cheerily. "I've got
! couple Of stalls for the matinee. WI
you come, Lila? There's not much tin
to spare
Lovely" Lila clapped her hand
"I'll be ready in two minutes"
ITS going to rain, Lila" objecte
4 Caerlyon.
Pooh, who minds a got or two
rain;' she retoEted.