Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-05-02
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It was one VI llu,s days Wren ma
ture throws herself straight in your
face and you 9 . at loss to know
whether she has kissed you or slapped
you, though you are conscious Of the
tingle-a day, in brief, more for laugh
ing than for painting. and the truth is
that / suited its mood only too we'll
and laughed more than I painted,
though sat with my easel before me
and a picture ready upon my palette
10 be painted.
No one could have understood bet
Ner than that this was setting bad
example to the acolyte who sat, like
wise facing an easel, ten PAGES to my
left very sportsmanlike figure OF a
painter. indeed, In her short skirt and
Tag coat Of woodland brown, the fine
brown of dead oak leaves; 'devastat-
ing" selection of color that. being
much the same shade as her hair,
with brown for her hat, too, and the
veil encfrcling the small crown there
Of, and brown again for the stout,
high, laced boots which protected her
from the wet tangle underfoot. Who
could have expected so dashing a
young person as Anne Elliott to do any
real work at painting? Yet she did,
narrowing her eyes to the finest point
OF concentration and applying herself
TO the task in hand with persistence
which found on that particular morn
ing TAR beyond my own powers.
At her request inspected her work.
stepped back several yards to see it
bstter, though should have had to
retire about quarter Of the length OF
, q city block to see It quite from her
own point of view.
She moved with me, both Of usewalk.
Ing backward. began:
"For a day like this, with all the
lcolor in the trees themselves and so
very little in the air.
There came an interruption, a voice
ling from behind us.
1 well, wellv' it said. $50 here we
are again.
| I faced about and heheld, just emerg-
Cd from a bypath, a fox faced young
man whose light, well poised figure
was jauntily clad in gray serge, with
scarlet waistcoat and tie, white shoes
upon his feet and white hat gayly
beribboned upon his head. A recollec-
ton Of the dusky road and group Of
people about Pere Baudry's lamplit
door 6ickered across my mind.
'srha historical tourist!,, exclaimed:
'.Thes highiy pedestrian tripper from
TrouviIley'
"You got me right. m'dear friend"
he replied with condescension, II rec
leck meetin' you perfect
"And l was interested to learn" said
], carefully observing the effect Of my
words upon him, that you had been
to Les Trois Pigeons. after all. Per-
haps l might put it, you had been
through Les Trois Pigeons, for the
maitre d'hotel informed me you had In
vestigated every corner-that wasn't
locked
Sure" he returned, with rather less
embarrassment than a braZen Vishnu
would have exhibited under the same
circumstances. HE showed me what
pitchers they was in your studio. I'll
LUX 'em over again fer ye one Of
these days. Some Of 'em was right
gud."
'You viii be, visiting near enough
for me to avail myself Of the oppor-
tunity7'
fright in the Pigeon house. my
friend. I've just come down tput in
few days there" he responded coolly.
'srheys young teller in this neigh
borhood take kind O. family inter-
est ins
"Who is that?' asked quickly.
4 For answer he produced the effect Of
Ia laugh by widening and lifting one
sside Of his mouth, leaving the other
meantime rigid.
"Don' femme int'rup' the conv'sation
with yer lady friend" he said win
nipgly. What they call 'talkin' high
arts wasn't it? I'd like to hear
some"