The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1911-03-31


Copyright 1909, Tho Robbs-Merrill Company
and her first inclination was for pre-
cfpitous fight, but Miss Selma Lue's
bright eyes held her, and for the
life of her she could not voice her
dismay to that plainly overjoyed lady.
Now, there!" she exclaimed,
breathless from the climb and from
delight 1--WE got you here at last,
and l can see how happy you are
from your face. Amt it a surprise
to have a art gallery Jest sprout up
at your back door unbeknownst to
you or anybody else? 1t do beat all
how that boy can paint! Now come
here and get a good light on this
one here in the middle You would
think that any light up here would be
a good one, with that big window he
knocked in the wall therein. Flarity
helping him of nights and Mr.. Dobbs
a-putting In the glass-but it amt,
and you've got to step around to git
Jest the right view Of them"
Miss Cynthia stood before the can
vas, lost, unable to utter word. He
had painted the sunset hour on the
wharf and the roustabouts unloading
bales of hay from up the river in the
mellow light 1t was tremendous,
decorative thing of witch Miss Gym
thia had never seen the equal.
Its a order for a big building in
Chicagy, and, Miss Cynthie, what do
you think? It's to be hung on the
walls of a room where workingmen
can go and have meetings, and some
big rich men are going to pay him
ten thousand dollars for this one and
two more! l tell you he don't make
nothing but a-number-one, triple X
art, he don'tl All three of 'em are
! to be about the doing of something,
and think it will be mighty uplift-
ing to men that has to work as hard
as them men does to have a great
artist paint pictures of the doing of
it. He says this one is his best-has
got more climate than the others"
More climate?" asked Miss Cynthia
In small voice.
Eyes, climate all around it; like
that sunset light on the prov of the
boat and the mems backs and SIGH"
Didn't he call it atmospheric" ven.
tured Miss Cynthia delicately
That's It! l knew it had some
thing to do with the weather. Any
way l am learning to know it when
! see 1t, like out the back door at
early sun-up when | take in the FLAIR
ity twins. 1t seems like all the men
in the Painters Union tries to paint
with it. Once along come a man
named Singer and painted it better'n
any of 'em cause it's horned in some
folks, like the making of pies and
cake and SIGH. That's a copy of the
picture the man done of his own
mother, over there by the cot Mr.
Alan always takes 1t with him cause
he amt got no picture of his own
mother, who had the mischance to
die when he was horned. He says
the picture means eyerybody's mother
anyway-and l think 1t do"
ooh, Whistlers mother! How
beautiful! I wonder If he made the
copy HIMSELF"
Eyes, he done it over across the
ocean-in Jerusalem, think. And the
mans name is Whistler instead of
Singer. | remember 1t was some kind
of a musieianer He talks and tells
me all about every kind Of art-thing
and sometimes l am kinder slow at
catching on, but like it and | feel
like l was a-hearing a person come
back from heaven and a-telling about
what's over there. And Mary Ellen
Dobbs and Mis- Kinney and the rest
feels the same about It, him being
jest as kind about telling and showing
them as can be. Mary Ellen left
Ethel Maud to watch the pot for din
ner the other day while she come
over here to see picture he had
painted of her back yard and clothes
line l was a-telling her about and
the child let the bacon and cabbage
burn and then tasted EN-! When
her mother got back she ran screech.
ing something orful with a burnt
tongue. Mr.. Alan put some of his
own tooth-wash on 1t to make her
hush; he's such hand with children
as ! never saw often"
AS Miss Selma Lue talked, Miss
Cynthia was looking from one picture
to another, rapt in delight The
rough sketches of men and draft
horses and great loaded carts and
straining mule teams were awe-in-
spring, but were relieved by tender
bits Of landscape and quick sketches
of the children in charming character
istic poses. How strange It seemed
to find them hanging on the walls in
the old Bluff barn! And yet perhaps
no stranger than to find the painter
himself coming and going among the
Bluff people in perfect sympathy and
friendship. For moment her heart
was abased before him In admiration
and could 1t have had a touch of
longing ?-when Miss Selma Lue pre-
eipitated the old enmity upon her