Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-12-03

words conveyed to their nearer the fact that
the man who spoke them knew.
1T the best there is in me, at least, said
Sedgwick.
Kent went slowly along the walls examin-
ing and silently appraising. There were
landscapes, genre bits, studies of the ocean
in its various moods, flashes of pagan I'M
aginings, nature studies, a wonderful picture
of wild geese settling from flight, no less
striking sketch of a mink, startled as he
crept to drink among the sedges, group of
country children at hOpscotch on the sands;
all the varied subjects handled with deftness
of truth and drawing and colored with
clear softneSs quite individual.
"Havc you found or founded a new system
of coloring?" asked Kent as he moved among
the little masterpieces. NO; don't tell me.
He touched one of the surfaces dehcately.
dts not paint, and it's not pastel oh,
see! They re all of one size-of course" He
glanced at the heavy mechanism near the
easel. "They re color prints"
Sedgwick nodded. "Monotypes, said he.
al paint on copper, make one impress, and
then-phut!-a sponge across the copper
makes each one an original.
"You certainly obtain remarkable effects.
"The printing seems to refine the color.
For instance, moonlight on white water, a
thing I've never been able to approach,
either in straight oils or water. See here!'
FROM behind a cloth he drew a square,
and set it on the easel. Kent whlstled
again, casual fragments of light and heavy
opera intermingled with considerative
twitches of his ear.
dts the first one I've given a name to,
said Sedgwick. Il call it The Rough
Rider"
A full moon, brilliant amid blown cloud
wrack, lighted up the vast procession of
pillows charging in upon near coast. In
the foreground corpse, the face bent far up
and back from the mast to which it was
lashed, rode with wild abandon headlOng at
the OnlOoker, on the crest of a roaring surge.
The rest was infinite clarity of distance and
desolation.
"The Rough Rider" murlnured Kent;
then, with change of tone, "For SALE
Il don't know hesitated the artist.
"Fact is, | like that about enough to
keep
"I'll give you five hundred dollars for it.
give hundred. Man alive! a hundred
is the most I've ever got for any OF my
prints!7
"The offer stands.
"But, see here, Kent, can you afford it:
Government salaries don't make men rich,
do they
ooh, I'm rich enough" said the other inn
patiently. a told you I'd made inventions.
And can certainly afford to buy it better
than you can afford to keep it here.
Another suggestion of mystery" OBJ
served the painter composedly.
when did you finish this
yesterday
"H-m! Has anyone else seen it,"
"That old fraud Of plumber, Elder Den
nett, saw me working on it yesterday, when
he was doing some repairing here, and re-
marked that it gave him the creeps."
"Dennett? Well, then that's all up said
Kent, as if speaking to himself. "'rhere's a
streak Of superstition in all these New Eng
landers. He'd be sure to interpret it as a
confession before the fact. However, Elder
bennett left this morning for trip to
Cadystown- that's so much to the good"
"He may have left for trip to Hadestown
for all | care" stated Sedgwick with con-
viction. whats it all about, anyway
"I'll tell you, as soon as I've mullcd it over
little. Just let me cool my mind down
with some more of your pictures" He
turned to the wall border again, and faced
another picture out. whats this? You
seem to be something of a dab in black and
white too