The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1911-04-20
Love Among the Arts
By DOROTHY DOUGLAS

Doreen McWade was a mere slip of
I girl with a glorious braid of Titan
ialr trailing far down her back when
Everly saw her for the first time.
It was Students day at the Metro.
)olitan Gallery Artists and near ar
lists of all ages and prospects were
generously scattered about the great
halls
When Everly entered he was greet
ID by a CHEEKY nod from many Of
hose already at work Otherwise, the
IQuinting OF eyes and the cooking of
heads went on with uninterrupted en-.
,husiasm. The transfer Of paints from
palette to canvas was an absorbing
game.
Everly stood for some time casting
lurtiye glances at the girl with the
Titan hair The more he looked the
greater was his desire to devote his
fresh canvas, his time and his ability
10 painting her. He judged her to be
about eighteen, yet Everly felt that
her youth IN no way offered him the
liberty Of painting her without her
knowledge
lie was glad that he was starting
new copy that morning. 1t gave him
the opportunity Of making selection
which would keep him I'm the room
with her. Luckily, Eyerly found a cor.
ner which, with his big easel, inclosed
him from casual observers. II did not
matter to Everly that the light was
poor for the light Of the whole room
formed halo about the head Of one
girl Her position was central be.
cause she was copying the exquisite
Magdalen OF Henner. So absorbed was
she In the miniature she was doing
that Eyerly had not glimpsed the
color Of her eyes
TO man seeing as much OF fem.
Inine beauty as did Eyerly 1t was nat.
ural that he should think only OF the
picture the girl represented. He
5ketched rapidly now, on the picture
he had chosen to copy. He worked
not be tempted to convey to canvas
the one thing in the room he saw-a
girls profile from which the soft braid
hung and cast reddish shadows over
the dull grey of her painting.apron
Once during the morning. the girl
got up and walked about the room
From his place behind the easel Ever.
ly watched her lean over several of
the students and to each she gave a
soft little smile as she turned away.
Wherever she moved she seemed to
be encircled by charm all her own
Once, she stood so close to Everly
that leaning forward he could get
glimpse of her eyes. They were
slunlberous, half closed. like the eyes
of leopard. After casual glance at
his canvas she went back to her work
When she picked up her parapher-
MALTA and went home, Everly did the
same Art had lost It's interest when
the wonderful girl had gone
Everly had his feet firmly planted
on the ladder OF success. Many of his
canyases had sold after having been
well hung at various exhibitions, and
It was with feeling that he attributed
10 the impatience of the artist within
him that he waited the next students
day at the gallery.
He was in his corner earlier than
was his wont and when she arrived
his artists heart quickened its beat
He wondered vaguely If she would
come and stand near him during the
day-he hoped she would something
within him seemed to rejoice when
she was near.
Eyerly began his work, but try as he
might the head of Doreen McWade
seemed ever ready to present itself on
his canvas. lie conceived the brilliant
Idea of making small sketches of the
various students within sight In this
way he could get an impression of her
without arousing suspicion.
Had It been any other girl in the
room Everly would have had not the
slightest hesitancy about asking per.
mission to make a sketch, but his
nerves turned traitor when he even
approached this girls chair. Conse
Quently he remained at his own easel
and wondered If her hair felt as soft
and silky as It looked Finally he be.
gan to be irritated with her for being
so beautiful. She had no right to
taunt her beauty before artists who
We're yearning for just such color,
such full yet slender lines to put on
canvas.
Doreen took her stroll about the
room earlier than before. She had
worked with more absorbed interest
than on the previous day. Again, she
drew near him and for an inflnitesimal
second her half closed eyes met his
then swept leisurely over the work on
his easel, The very slightest color
arose in her cheeks when she saw her
own head among the others on his
easel, but she moved on as If she had
not seen It.
Did Eyerly imagine It or did the girl
really turn her chair so that he could
scarcely see her face? Everly was
not man accustomed to being foiled
IN MS purposes he wanted to paint