Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1909-01-01

! ana let SHGle go blck to her drawing,
so she can sell the editor man with it
and buy port wine for her sick child
and pork chops for her greedy self"
You needn't get any more wine"
said Johnsy. keeping her eyes fixed out
the window. There gees another.
No; l don't want any broth That
leaves just four | want to see the
last one fall before it gets dark; then
I'll go too"
"Johnsy, dear" said Sue. bending
/ over her. will you promise me to keep
/ your eyes closed and not look out the
/ window until ! am done working?
must hand those drawings in by tomor-
row. I need the light or / would draw
the shade down"
Couldn't you draw in the other
room q asked Johnsy coldly.
I'D rather be here by you" said
Sue. Besides, don't want you 10
keep looking at those silly ivy leaves"
Tell me as soon as you have fin
ished," said Johnsy. closing her eyes
and lying white and still as a fallen
statue, because want to see the last
one fall I'm tired of waiting. I'm
tired Of thinking I want to turn loose
my hold on everything and go sailing
down. down. just like one of those
poor, tired leaves"
TRY to Sleep" said Sue 81 must
call Behrnan up to be my model for
the old hermit miner. III not be gone
minute. Don't try to move till
come back"
OH Behrman was a painter who
lived on the ground floor beneath item
He was past sixty and had a Michel
angeles Moses beard curling down
from the head of a satyr along the
body Of an imp. Behrman was fail
IRE in art. Forty years he had welded
the brush without getting near enough
TO touch the hem Of his mistress robe.
He had been always about to paint a
masterpiece. but had never yet begin
it. For several years he had painted
nothing except now ard then a daub
IN the line Of commerce or advertising
He earned a little by serving as
model to those young artists in the
colony who could not pay the price of
a professional He drank gin to ex-
ces and still talked Of his coming
masterpiece. For the rest he was
fierce little old man. who scoGed terri
bly, at softness in any one ard who re-
garded himself as especial mastin ia
waiting to protect the two young art
lists in the strdio above.
Sue found Eenrman smelling strcng-
ell den below. In one corner was a
blank canvas On an easel that had been
waiting tnere for twenty-five years to
receive the first line Of the MASTER
piece She told him OF J0hnsy's fancy
and how sLa feared she would indeed.
light and fragile as q lear herself doat
away when her slight held upon the
World grew weather
Ga Behrman. with his red eyes plain
y streaming. shouted his contempt ana /
ledsicn for such illodc imaginings
"Vass," De cried ~Is dcre people in .
lie world uit Ger foo,ishness to die be- I
cause leafs dey drop off from a con
'ounGed vine? haf not heard Of such .
! thing 10. | viii rot bose us a model [
va . Dil tN1i i4t-t NIL QLlt-tl -Ei4 y F.
20 You allow dot silly business to come I
n der prain Of her? Ach. dot poor
ett!e Miss I0hnsy"'
"She is very I'D and weak" said Sue.
and the fever has left her mind NOR
i'd ana full Of strange faucies. Very
Ten, Mr.. Behrman. if you do not care
o pose for me. you needn't. But I
hink Won are a horrid old-oid dibber-
iGibbet.'
you are lust like a woman yelled
,ehrman. who said will not bose?
10 on. I come nit you. For half an
our I baf peen trying to say dot am
aady to bose. Colt. dis is not any
lace in which one so goot as Miss
ohnsy shall lie sick. Some day | will
aint a masterpiece. and We shall all 60
way. Gott. yesr'
Johnsy was sleeping when they
ent upstairs Sue pulled the shade /
own to the window sill and motioned
ehrman into the other room In there
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