Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-06-05

thing Byzantine to in one of his homogeneous,
half symbolic blends of a strange old life and still
stranger new one | went to the square.
There melodous quarreng of sparrow
voices about the fountain and the had reached
tremulous rainbows. Light rains had fallen in the
night, the sunshine poured and drlpped over green
Lodges of foliage into still pools of gold the lawns.
The roar of the city was withdrawn to low MUIR
murlng the tide yet far out and the square
had an air of morning freshness and qu,etude
Few people were about, and nd | saw only one She
Her braided black hair was thrice wound about her
head, her face had the simple, clear regularity of
classic type which Nature Il think forgetting how
to reproduce, and her eyes had determinate color
. but depths of thought and melancholy and con-
sciousness of the unseen Even she sat she gave
the of singular grace of body, half spiritual
half physical IN which the idea had fused and
nodded the material into thing unique and fine. |
am not depicting feminine beauty, wish to indi-
cate thing having a certain intangible significance
as if Nature for one luminous moment had become
the conscious artist
Much of this l had seen before; but not its
present completeness. Margaret my model as she
posed, had manifested lurking gaiety and mischief
of the wood nymph family out of tone with the
conception. But in the figure before me it was as if
dominant mood had eliminated all disturbing
elements. there was my dream materialized
walked on few PAGES; stopped, and turned
She had not moved. Should speak to her? AS
stood rresoute, withheld by the fear of being mis-
understood she and moved pensively away.
The moment gone! was left with sense of
folly in hestating to sacrifice all considerations to
the one consideration of my art.
THE face haunted me. But l could make
progress with the statuette, and the time for
delivery to its purchaser drew | was out of
tune irrtated against the caprices of women. Yet
had to admit that up to now my model had been
the whole tractabe and satisfactory and if she had
not sufficiently realized the folly of which model is
guilty in loving the for whom she posed should
be the last to blame her for that. There was how
ever ranking injustice in the present situation.
Margaret should have known better; the note
self evident absurdty; and the difficulty that grew
out of her finding of it greater absurdity STILL
All could do for that day to drift between Car
dnal's workshop and my own insulting my friend
for his artistic heresies and smoking innumerable
cigarettes
mo sign of peace from Margaret2" he said to me
next morning
None"
She refuses my Establishments she wants Mar
garrett.
= Break her up the jade! She's no good anyhow
But I'm going to interview Margaret this morning
and see what l can do between you two
The mail that morning brought explanations. The
letter that had caused all the mischief came, it ap-
peared from wealthy young woman a, who was , one
shamefaced apology for the made in address
ing two notes written concurrently. What she had
intended tor me was was request tor an interview to
hall of her new house. The Grant note had been
ndited to her fiance.
AS passed down stairs brimming over with vim
dication and self righteousness, my filled
with vigorous lamentations from the household baby.
After speaking to the housemad l went out and
made directly for that part of the garden where
had the lady of the braided hair yesterday and
my heart beat quickly as saw her there again
in almost the spot. This time, however she
Cardinal. AS approached he raised his hat and
left her, walking in my direction.
Go to her" he said to me in passing.
DID So with of the hesitation of the previous
morning. Margaret. my dear WIFE said re-
proachfully, II have just seen you speaking with