The Red Cloud chief., 1911-11-30

DdTDaTu GTunhm WIS Ill aTtISts anu
like most of her kind she was strug-
Cling to keep tho wolf from stepping
over the threshold Of her studio.
Practical beyond the usual run OF
young woman possessed OF the artis'
tic temperament. she had even gone
SO far as to make capital out Of that
same hungry wolf by painting his i'm.
aginary image so realistically that Il
sold for a goodly sum.
Animals were 3arbara's specially.
She had been lover of the dumb
beasts ever since she was old enough
10 love anything. and when she took
up her palette and brush her fancy
seemed to run always to animals.
For this reason. she had obtained for
the summer months an outdoor studio
converted from the small back garden
Of an English basement house. She
found 1t more convenient for her AMI
NAL models and. in lieu Of going to the
country herself. she found the outdoor
work beneficial. An old stone wall en-.
closed the garden and Ivy and Virginia
creepers struggled over 1t here and
there. The small grass plot In the
center was edged with bright. old
fashioned flowers, and Barbara had
added rustic urn or two to the cor
ners.
This morning she was putting the
finishing touches to canvas over
which she had worked unusually hard.
In the picture big. trl.colored mother
cat lay in an overturned basket with
her small family about her.
Barbara had discovered the feline
family in her big rustic chair one
morning when she came down to work
and she had taken 1t as gift from the
gods, for she was In need OF model
for a new canvas. She had waited
only long enough for the wee kittens
to get their eyes open and assume fat
and chubby proportions before begin
ming to transfer their likenesses to her
canvas. Meantime. she had made the
mother cat comfortable in a basket
and fed her half a bottle Of her OWL
precious milk each morning.
This picture. with two others. was
to be hung In small exhibit during
The approaching winter.
Barbara now had two OF her pictures
ready. and, for the third, she was wor
ried. It was an easy enough matter 4
go to the animal home and secure {
model from which to paint. but Bar
bara's heart was set on painting ,
certain little thoroughbred dog she hat
| hnr Vyf rn1 1vNs
for three weeks. The question was
how to get him! The dog followed hi
master closely and Barbara could no
we'll accost a stranger and beg to b.
allowed to paint his pet dog.
As she stood putting little touches
here and there to the cluster Of KITTEN
on her easel and realized that tn,
work before her was finished. she be
came more and more obsessed with tn,
desire to paint that white dog for he
third picture. She placed great hop
In the criticism Of the work to be hum
this winter and something told her sh'
could do her best work II inspired b,
that strange little animal.
, She became restless and. n aking tn
kittens comfortable In the righted bas
ket. she donned her hat anc wen
forth to walk OF her uneasiness.
Barbara had been Of the idea, eve
since she had come to the big city L
follow her profession. that II she di
exactly what was right at all times
thought evil Of no one and harmed n
one by deed or word. she would b
given all that was her due. She ha
been brought up with this idea an
the teachings Of her mother clung I
her now that she was alone in tn
world.
Therefore, AZ she walked Oh
thought, and gradually q peaceful fee
Ing took the place Of the spirit Of u,
rest that had possessed her for day,
After . turn through q nearby par
she retraced her footsteps towar
her studio.
When she was within half bloc
! Of the house behind which was he
| work-garden. she was surprised to &c
| the old tri-colored mother cat q
preaching her. II was the custom {
the animal. after she had put her b
! bies to sleep. to mount the garden wa
and 60 out for air and exercise, b,
!, Barbara was not expecting to see hs
Gu the public street.
y well. Puss." Barbara was beginnin
and had stopped to pick up the amin,
. when. with spit and a growl an
. o rapidly bushing tail. the cat mad
a for the narrow passageway betwee
the houses. a white dog In full pu
a suit.
my dog!" cried Barbara aloud. ar
\ running to peep down the narro
s passage. "Oh. II j could only kee
him!" she wished aloud.
Footsteps came quickly behind he
: II beg pardon. my dog is chasing yov
4 cat" said mans voice behind her
4 Barbara turned and faced the own,
Of the dog.
"Ho was" Barbara corrected. "Sl
-Puss has climbed the wall and 70,