Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1912-04-12

hVelyn, on the following week. els
going to be--guess what?"
Two thousand shares in Steel he
said bitterly, and regretted it the
moment afterward.
NO." she said. ct will be your
portrait, Richard
And who is going to paint my
features, Evelyn" he asked.
elli-Marco ToreIli. You've
heard of him?" she asked, with a
swift glance. Then her eyes dropped
and slight flush overspread her
features.
| Never heard the chaps name be-
fore, said Jocelyn.
He's young Italian said Evelyn,
In some confusion. Hes a genius,
a real genius, and he was starving in
q garrett in Washington Square until
some friends of mine found him re-
Gently And he's the finest painter
IN America, the critics say, although
he's hardly known yet. You don't
mind being painted by an unknown
genius?''
I'D let bricklayer paint me if 1t
would please you, Evie," answered
Lord Jocelyn gayly.
/ He wondered afterward why this
short interview had left Evelyn SO
strangely confused. After some cogi-
tation he set it down to his blunder-
Ing remark about Steel.
Il can't see why you want to have
Richards portrait painted by that
Vermicelli man, Evelyn" her mother
lamented. You're always so queer,
and SO decided when once you get q
/ notion into your head. He's cheap,
OF course, but I should think that
you'd want to give Richard the best
there was to be had
Her protest was not carried to the
ultimatum point. Mrs. Squires was
not a woman of persistent force of
character, and she always stood rath-
er in awe of her accomplished daugh-
| ter, mingled with pride at the finished
product of her husbands purse. She
had never altogether ceased to feel
that the up-bringing in her native
village still hampered and confined
| her actions; she was never wholly
| at home in the magnificent mansion
on Fifth Avenue, or the cottage" at
| Newport, and the shameful memories
of those days when she was a simple
farmers daughter, far more intimate
with Setting hens than Persian rugs
and Vatican pictures, were an abid-
| ing humiliation. Her mood was still
resentful, however, when, on the fol
lowing morning, she stepped into her
automobile with Jocelyn and Evelyn
and suffered herself to be borne
| southwark into the unfamiliar regions
of Washington Square She shifted
| in disdain when the chauffeur stopped
in front of the squa1id tenement house
| in which Torelli had his studio.
Evelyn, my dear, if you say it's
/ chic to come to these places sup
pose you're right" she said doubt
fully. II can't see, myself, how any
body can work in them, let alone live
/ in them. If Mr.. Vermicelli's such a
fine painter as you say, why don't he
begin on the outsider
She seemed terrified by the dark
ness of the hall and of the stairway
and held tightly to Jocelyn's arm as
/ they ascended. The artists room,
however, was suffused with light, spa
cious and clean, though bare. Along
/ the base of the walls numerous pic
/ lures finished and incomplete, were
/ laid. Joce1yn surveyed them with
agreeable surprise; even his own anna
flourish taste told him that these were
excellent. The pleasant impression
/ was not diminished when he turned
| to bow to the painter clean-look-
| ing, youngish man, with handsome
/ features and crop of black hair
brushed back off high forehead.
After the preliminary introductions,
which Mrs. Squires, on her part, dis
posed of with the stiffest bow, Lord
| Jocelyn suffered himself to be posed
in a chair by the window, and soon
| the artist was busy sketching his
| preliminary outline.
| "How much are you goin' to pay
for this, Evelyn asked Mrs. Squires,
breaking the silence.
Flush. mother" said the girl,
| flushing in embarrassment
"But want to know, Evelyn. Five
hundred, did you tell me? Five hum
dred? Why, it won't take more than
| four or five sittings If he goes on
at this rate, and it can be delivered
inside of couple of weeks. Look,
he's finished Richards head. And I
declare. it looks just like hint"
TorelIi lost his self-control for a
moment.
Madame forgets that the cost OF
paints and varnishes has been in
creased under the new tariff" he said
in a low voice; then bit his lip in
| humiliation.
The remark was lost upon his audi
tor.
.sWell. if Miss Squires is willing, it
amt up to me- she answered.
But she became aware OF the in
creasing GOODNESS and sense of embar
rasSment in the studio Presently