The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1911-11-17

morning without looking at IL TIL to-
morrow you Will DO able 10 nut n much
petter estimate upon II than now. lust
after working upon It,"
And II leave 1t here 1 can't see
It, can II"
NO. you can't. And in the morning
when you are fresh you will know
just what 1t requires. You see, the
course l advise is beneficial I'm more
ways than one"
constance left him and, striking a
dlsused road through the pines. walk
ed away toward Harpswell village.
AFTER dinner instead of going back to
her work she took a siesta and later
tour OF observation In search of oh.
Jects TO transfer to canvas.
The next morning was clear and
crisp. Constance walked TO the cot.
tage where she had left her belong
ings and, approaching, saw her easel
set up on the north porch and her pic.
lure resting on IL. She was far bet.
ter pleased with what she had done
than she had been the day before.
Just then the stranger came out, and
she said TO him:
you are an admirable teacher.
Last evening was disposed to throw
my work into the fire. This morning
l am very well satisfied with It,"
Perhaps 1t is because you see II
through rested eyes"
Constance took her picture down to
the position she had occupied the day
before and began her days work. She
was again disappointed. 1t seemed
TO her when noon came that her pic
ture looked much as it had done the
day before. She carried It up to the
strangers cottage. He saw her coming
and went out to meet her.
II fear that l have spoiled It," she
said to him. This morning 1t was
fine; now 1t is worse than it was yes
terday."
''Put 1t away from you again." he
said, It'll tomorrow morning."
81 will leave it with you till to-
morrow morning If you will kindly
keep 1t, but l know that during the
day have injured 1t rather than i'm
proved IL. l am heartsick over IT,"
Growing confidential: 81 am very poor
and have hoped soon to be able to
make my living In this way. If the
more work I put on a picture the
worse 1t Is, what chance Is there for
me?"
1--WE must all meet Encouragement"
he replied, "but when we are in its
tolls there is a kind fairy called rest
that unwinds them, and when we are
refreshed we take hold again with
renewed vlgor."
So Constance left her picture with
her new found friend, went TO her
room and lounged the rest of the day.
In the morning she found her picture
again set up in an advantageous light
and again her dissatisfaction with 1t
Of the day before was changed to
comfort.
Day after day Constance worked on
her picture, every morning comforted
by its appearing to her to be improved
from what 1t was the day before,
every noon fearful lest she had lost
moro than she had gained. The
stranger taught her many 'trick," as
he called it, by which objects were
brought to their relative position and
striking effects produced. One thing
she knew-taken altogether, the pic
ture was really growing into some
thing beautiful. She believed that
what she was doing was due entirely
TO q subtle influence her instructor
exerted over here.
During this time the summer was
fading into autumn. The water and
the sky took on a cold hue, and the
cottage residents of Orr's island began
to return to their permanent homes.
Constance finished her painting and
was delighted with 1t. She was sur
prised at her talent.
Constances instructor told her that
II she would take her picture to n
prominent art dealer in Boston he
thought she would get a good price
for 1t. He said he would meet her
there on a certain date and introduce
her. On the day named she took her
work to the store, but her Instructor
failed to meet her. She showed the
dealer the picture, and he studied 1t
carefully.
"Did you paint it?" he asked.
Certainly. Why to you ask thatT
Because l would have sworn that
was Frank Elliot"
Taking up a small microscope, he