Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-19
CHAPTER vi.
Before a Portrait by Sargent.

Wayne Craishilrs education had been
planned by his father on broad lines.
The Craighilis had of old been Presby-
terisns. but Col. Craighill was no b:got;
therefore in keeping with his generous
attitude In such matters, Wayne was
sent to a preparatory school in Vermont
conducted under Episcopalian auspices
Moreover, the head of st. Johns was a
personal friend. whom Col. Craighill
knew well. Nothing could be better for
the boy than few years spent under the
eve of the famous master. The transit
ton from the Presbyterianism in which
he was born to the high church school
was abrupt. The very vocabulary o.
worship was different; the choral serv-
ices in the beautiful chapel appealed to
mis- emotional nature, and he found a
quiet JOY in his own participation in the
singing when he attained in due course
TO q place in the orderly Offices of the
choir. From the preparatory school
Wayne went to the Institute of Tech
no3ogy. His mother had pleaded for the
law: but Col. Craighiil pointed out the
superiority OF scientific education in day
when science guarded SO many OF the
approaches to success. And Wayne.
born among the iron hills. was persuaded
that his best course lay i'll fitting him
self for q career In Keeping with the
greatest interests or his native state, and
SO his father prevailed. and Wayne had,
not without much stress ard resistance
OF spirit. taken his degree in science.
Certain aspects of mining and of the
chemistry of the forge had appealed to
him. but rather to his strong imagina-
ton than 10 any practical use he saw in
his knowledge. He had spent summer
In q large coiliery. obedient to his IA
TIERS wish that the young man should ap-
ply and test theory before he had
chance TO forget the teaching OF the
schools: and Wayne had entered into this
with relish. But while he had taken into
his own strong hands every tool used In
mine labor. and fed boiler furnaces and
sat BY the scales in weighhouses. he
had shared also the social life of the
world Of coal. He had spent his evenings
In the saloons of the mine village, talking
and drinking with the miners in spirit
of democracy that Won their affections.
His violence when drunk had first mani
tested itself at this period. He was so
big and powerful that the fierce rein
fopcement of his natural strength by
driI!i, made him terror. He had once
run wild through the long black lane of
q i.iine. driving an electric motor and
train OF wallowing mine cars. captured
after a fight from their lawful con-
ductors smashing finally a line of coal
pillars with a force that might have
shaken the huge cave down upon him.
So far as his own aptitude and taste
were concerned his education went Tor
naught. The Homeric picturesque side Of
industrial Pennsylvania appealed to him.
The wrestling OF the enormous latent
power from the hills: the sky lighted by
the glow Of nlultitudinous ovens and fur
naccs: the roar and shrek OF machinery:
the grimy toiiers at their molding and
touched his imagina ton. and he cared lit
tie for their practical side while they
were SO much more captivating az piano.
rama than as trade. We need not deal In
IL
feren. education might have made Of
Wayne Craighiil: for an intelligent sp-
probation of BOOKS and pictures and
love Of music are too easily confused with
god had injected into his blood a drop Of
the divine essence. enough merely to visit
upon him the feeting moods Of the dream
er and the restless longinss Of those who
seek the light that never was.
His nature was compounded of many
elements Of good and. evil. Taste, deli
cacy, fine feeling, he had in abundance;
he MAS sensitive to the appeal of beauti-
full things. In fits of solitude and indus
try he would read voraciOusly; many sub
tects awakened his curiosity. But his
passions were strong and deep. and they
had their way with him. Again. his re-
straint and measure We're surprising.
Wingfield, who knew him best OF all, was
amazed at times by the sobricty and
wisdom OF Wayne's judgments. We have
said that he was the child of his city:
more than this, he not unity expressed
tts genius. its confused aims. its weak
neSses and its aspirations. The iron of
the hills was Sin his blood: and iron, let
- remember. has the merit as we'll as the
defects OF its qualities.
Joe drove Wayne 10 the Modern Art In
stitute In the machine. He went early to
have glimpse Of several recent addi-
tiors To the collection before the meeting
OF the orchestra committee. and later he
VAS to go to his sisters.
The peace. Of the quiet gallery EMBODIED
him gratefully. He paid his respects to
old favorftes, saving q half hour for the
new arrivals. Dick Wingfeld's mother
conveying two girls. was among the other
visitors. He had reached a point at
watch, half rnconsciously. he gave the
women he knew an opportunity to cut
him il they wished. The two girls be-
came rather obviously intent upon the
upper line OF canvases as he passed them.
They were the daughters of his fathers
neighbors: they had known him all their
lives. and yet they deliberately turned
tteir backs upon him. He had paused. a
little resentful. a little ashamed. In a
farther corner, when Mrs. Wingfieid drew
near AID spoke 10 him. She had been one
o. his mothers intimate friends and she
touched him gently on the arm
II am glad to see you, WAYNE. We
very rarely meet any more. / wish YOU
would come to see me-.
She was 50 gentle. the meaning of her