Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1908-04-28
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The Summer BOdrder


The rolling ranges Of the Blue Ridge
and the Smokes have become the camp
ing ground of ambitious artists and art
students. Amaryl was accustomed to
see them pass along the road, with
camp stools and other paraphernalia,
to meet youths and maldens in the pur-
suit OF art wandering through the for
ssts, valleys and fields, intent on hope
less and fruitless attempts to capture
the glories of sunset and sunrise down
> vista of far-dl slant peaks.
When their summer Doarder. there
fore, unpacked an easel, paints and
brushes, Amaryl was delighted. You
could make lovely pictures IL you would
copy the scenes around here. | will
take you to see our wonderful falls and
cascades, and there is nothing lovelisr
than Mission Valley when the moon
floods it with light. river runs
through 1t like a silver thread and the
sawmlll and little settlement below the
crags are wonderfully picturesque"
81 came to your mountains seeking
the iovelIest thing in Nature" the art
ist answered ambiguously. He was
watching Amaryl through half-closed
eyes while she transplanted some ferns.
She was too intent on her task to no
tice his steady gaze.
The artist seemed to be lazy. He
was content to spend hours in his room,
idling. presumably; then he would wan
der off with Amaryl when she could
spare the time In the sweet. late after
moons, to visit some beautiful spot she
told him Of No one knew OF the glo-
rious canvas which he kept locked In
a closet ot his room.
He would sketch for a few moments.
then, throwing himself on some moss
covered rock by Amaryrs side. would
drift INTO desultory descriptions of
scenes of far-dlstant lands. or would
wander icto dreamy speculation on the
problems OF life, whose charm was ac-
ceutuated by the murmur of waterfalls
or the wind playing its Eolian harp ia
the pines and hemlocks overhead
Their summer boarder had offered so
large a price for the room he occupied
with it's quaint mountain-made furni-
ture, that Susan Wilbor's sad face
Frightened vlsihly and faint color
came into her pale cheeks. Hes gen
tleman." was Sam Wilbor's comment
when told of 1t after he had come home
weary from his usual work In the field.
The days passed swiftly that sum-
mer, and never had Amaryl been so
happy She was always busy. but found
time to take pleasant strolls with Phil
ip Armstrong when her days work was
done.
what pity you are not more ambi-
tious." she said TO MIN chidingly. Il
am sure you could paint better than all
OF them Il you would only try at
which the artist laughed gayly.
Many long unknown comforts crept
into the cottage, and the artist seemed
to think IL only natural TO buy lavishly
from all the country wagons as they
came numbering by.
HE Is pleasant and kind-neartei,"
was Susan's comment He Is much
more than that" Sam wllbor said,
gianclng down at his toil-worn hands.
HE has the fine instincts of man OF
true breeding. He ought TO De wealthy .
he would make good use OF his
wealth."
The artist and Sam wilbor were con-
genial. They had long talks together
IN the cleaning on the porch. and the
weatherbeaten toiler and former club
man saw the summer draw TO close
most regretfully.
In answer to letter OF Inquiry
which was shrewd. kindly and world
IL. the artist wrote to Mrs Dar.more
The child is divine. fair in face and
form. and. Cd. my friend. what sweet
freshness OF heart and spirit! 1t must
be the grandeur OF Nature In those vast
rolling ranges. always pointing to lofty
IDEALS and iDmeasurable heights. which