The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1909-06-03
ARTS
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When the Portrait Painlsr Called.

leather box on the floor.
Little feet tripped along the hall in
side and the door opened.
She was. then. just about as thin as
they make them. and II would be diff
cult to tell which Of her features chal-
lenged the glance with the greatest in
sistence. Her hair was not as beautiful
as her eyes, nor her eyes as beautiful
as her nose. nor her nose as beautiful
as her lips, nor her lips as beautiful
as her chin. And as for her chin. she
had none. Yes. such was she who
opened the door OF apartment 81 and
looked into the eyes OF the artist.
Madame said he, good morning."
whipped a pencil from his pocket and.
closing one eye. he sluinted at her
over the tip Of this pencil with .
heavenly look Of rapture on his face.
HAS any one ever told YOU" he ex.
claimed. with sudden vigor, that
you would make perfect artists
model"
why, no." she said. why, no."
Then, madame" he cried. III I
we're to paint lovely picture OF you
in oils-a full,length picture at for
any gallery-and all for nothing, mind
you. all for nothing would II be too
much for me to ask you to tell admir-
ing friends that Prof. Soulsky painted
it-Prof, Soulsky OF the Munich art
school. Would that be asking too
much?"
why, no." she said. why. no. All
for nothing. you say?"
"All for nothing" he graciously as
sured her. "All for nothing!'
why, no." she said, and almost
blushing. she added. Why. Id be
pleased to tell them"
But as her vacant look fell from her
a stern voice called out from the
apartment within:
Margaret! You be CAREFUL"
There Is no need for her TO be care
full. madame!" cried the artist through
the open door. III she will only con-
sent TO sit for me I'll be more than
amply repaid" And turning again to
Margaret. Mr.. Faust added: you
know It's so hard to get a start In this
this great city Of yours. Every one
is so suspicious"
20. don't mind herr" she wills
pered.
Nov, I have here" whispered the
artist az he opened the black leathe,
box. "a package Of sealed envelopes
numbered from to 100. Ninety-nine
Of these are empty; the Tooth contains
card bearing these simple words
Grand prize or course there isn't
lady in New York. however grand
and however beautiful. who wouldn't
Jump at the chance of getting a gcnu
Inc Soulsky pOrtrait-in oils-and sc
have adopted this method. You pick
an envelope-any envelope-it costs
you nothing and It commits you to
nothing. And II you draw the lucky
one, why. then. you do get your por
trait in oils for nothing, absolutel,
nothing. and that's all there Is to It
Now! Any card. Amy card"
She drew a card. and taking it from
her the artist held 1t to the light.
by jove!" he exclaimed In shakin,
tones. you've won it,"
20. mother" she cried over hel
shoulder. I've won H."
Look" cried the artist, and open
ing the envelope he drew forth a care
bearing those simple words "granC
prize"
20. isn't that grand" cried Mar
garet. But then, was Away!
lucky"
Nov. madame" said the artist, "a,
said before | am stranger in you
city. just arrived from the great ar
centers Of Europe, and my studio II
not yet fitted up as I would like t
have 1t. So II you will let me have ;
cabinet photograph Of yourself viii
at once"
ASK him." cried the voice within
III any deposit Is necessary"
why, no, mother" cried Mar,are
over her shoulder. Don't you under
stand! won the grand prize!" Ant
turing to the artist she whispered: IL
any deposit necessary"
only dollar" he hurriedly wills
pered back. First installment on tn,
beautiful frame furnish with eacl
and every picture. or course. yo'
understand that can hardly be ex
pected to furnish the beautiful franz
for nothing as we'll as the picture
do your"
why. no. said Margaret.
couldn't expect that"
rs he trying to sell . frame!" erie,
the voice within.
'Mother!" exclaimed Margaret owe
her shoulder. Il tell you won tn
Grand Prize!"
Perhaps" said the gloomy voic
within. perhaps they are all Gran
Prizes. Come in here, young man, an
let me draw one Of those envelopes.
Madame" cried the artist throug
the door, as he hid his palette unde
his coat, and slung his black leathe
} box over his shoulder, II am a Dol
trait painter. and never yet have