The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1911-05-05

dress don't get snagged on that nail
there"
A little breathless. Miss Cynthia
pushed her head up through the open
ing and cautiously swung herself to
the floor above; then halted and stood
spellbound. The barn loft had become
another world. large window that
stretched half across the end. opened
out to the blue hills across the valley.
and the river wound through the pic
ture like q silver thread. On the
walls were rough sketches and some
pictures. hold and startling. and In
the middle of the room stood an easel
on which was huge canvas. A cot
with one OF Miss Selma Lue's old
patchwork quilts covering 1t stood in
one corner. and a familiar gray coat
hung from a peg
With horror Cynthia realized that
she was In the camp OF the enemy.
and her first inclination was for pre-
cipitous night. 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. I've got you here at last.
and | can see how happy you are
from your face. Amt II 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
nd wat nH HCh NJ
one here in the middle. You would
think that any light up here would be
good one. with that big window he
knocked in the wall there-Mr. Flarity
helping him Of nights and Mr.. Dobbs
a.putting in the glass-but II 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 a 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 II was a tremendous.
| decorative thing of which 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 60 and have meetings. and some
big rich men are going TO pay him
ten thousand dollars for this one and
two more! I tell you he don't make
nothing but a-number-one, triple
art. he don't, All three OF 'em are
to be about the doing Of something.
and ] think II 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
II. He says this one Is his best-has
got more climate than the others"
More climate?" asked Miss Cynthia
In a small voice.
Yes, climate all around II: like
that sunset light on the prov OF the
boat and the mems backs and SIGH. "
Didn't he call 1t atmospheric" ven
tured Miss Cynthia delicately.
That's Il! knew It had some
thing to do with the weather. Any
way I am learning to know II when
see II. like out the back door AT
early sun-up when ! take In the FLAIR
ity twins. II seems like all the men
In the Painters Union tries to paint
with II. Once along come a man
named Singer and painted 1t better'r
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 owl
: mother. over there by the cot. Mr.
, Alan always takes II with him caus,
/ he amt got no picture OF his owl
p mother. who had the mlschance Il
die when he was horned. He say
D the picture means everybody's mothe
anyway-and I think It do"
= "Oh. Whistler's mother, How
0 beautiful, wonder II he made tn
; copy himself"
I Yes. he done II over across tn
z ocean-in Jerusalem, l think. And tn
4 mans name Is Whistler instead o
J. Singer. I remember II was some kin
L OF a musicianer. He talks and tell
d me all about every kind Of art-thin
d and sometimes l am kinder slow a
D catching on. but ! like 1t and l fee
X like I was a-hearing a person com
n back from heaven and a-telling abou
q what's over there. And Mary Ellie
n Dobbs and Mis- Kinney and the res
n feels the same about II. him bein
d jest as kind about telling and shown
,r them as can be. Mary Ellen lei
n Ethel Maud to watch the pot for dill
- ner the other day while she com
h over here to see a picture he ha
T. painted of her back yard and clothe
IS line ! was a-telling her about. an
s. the child let the bacon and cabbag
burn and then tasted EN-. Whe
!" her mother got back she ran screecl
n ing something orful with burr
tongue. Mr.. Alan put some OF h
ID own tooth-wash on It to make hi
d. hush; he's such hand with childre
In as l never saw often"
5 As Miss Selma Lue talked. MI:
Cynthia was looking from one pictuI
Id to another. rapt in delight. tt
", | rough sketches of men and dra