Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-05-01


You're an artist, aren't your"
NO" | said, busily scraping away
at my copperplate. I'm an archeol-
ogist, engaged in exhuming an an
cient ruin from a square mile of
mud"
She laughed; but in a moment be-,
came grave again. Pm so sorry!"
she said IT know I shouldn't come
plunging around turns in that reck-
less way May IL should like to-
buy your picture?"
You may not" I replied.
THAT isn't quite fair. is it?" she
asked. IF 1 have done damage
should be allowed to repair it,"
Repair" said |. How do you pro-
pose to do 1t? / suppose that you
think picture that can be bought for
a hundred dollar bill can be painted
with a hundred dollar bill"
mo; I'm not altogether Philis-
tine, " she said, and looked up at her
for the first time. Her face-( Elision
and comment by Kent l know her
face from the sketches. Why could he
not have described the horse? How.
ever, there's one point clear; she is a
woman of means)
She said, II don't wonder you're
cross And I'm truly sorry. Is it quite
ruined?"
At that / recovered some decency of
manner. Forgive a hermit" ! said
'swho doesn't see enough people to
keep him civilized. The daub doesn't
matter
She leaned over from the saddle to
examine the picture. "Oh, but it isn't
daub!" she protested. ~ know
little about pictures. It's very in
teresting and curious. But why do
you paint it on copper"
/ explained.
"Ohw she said. II should SO like .
see your printsi'
Nothing easier" said 1. My shack
is just over the HILL
And there is Mrs -" Her eyes
suggested that fill the blank.
"Sedgwick?n | finished. No There
is no one but my aged and highly re-
spectacle Chinaman to play propriety.
But in the case of q studio, les cor
venances are not so rigid but that ne
may look at pictures unchaperoned."
I'm afraid 1t wouldn't do she
answered. smiling. mo, I'll have to
wait until" A shadow passed over
her face I'm afraid I'll have 10 give
it up"
Chance settled that point then and
there. AS she finished she was in my
arms. The girth had loosened. and
the saddle had turned with ner.
had barely time to twist her foot
from the stirrup when the brute of a
horse bolted. AS it was, her ankle
got bit of a wrench. She turned
quite white and cried out little In
a moment she was herself again.
King Cole has been acting badly
all day." she said. 81 shall have q
time catching him." She limped for.
ward a few steps.
Here, that won't do said l. Lei
me"
you couldn't get near him
though, perhaps. if you had somt
salt"
II can get some at my place." sait
/, gathering up my things. You
horse is headed that way. You'd bet
ter come along and rest there Will,
Ching Lung and l round up you
mount
Comment by C. K: Here follows
more talk. showing how young peopl
imperceptibly and unconsciously ce
ment an acquaintance; but not on
word upon the vital point of how ia
the horse seemed to have come
whether he was ridden out, or fresh
etc.
At the bungalow 1 called Ching
and we set out with supply of sail
King Cole Comment by c. X: Prob
ably dead-black horse) was coy 70
time, before he succumbed to temp
tation. On my return l found m
visitor in the studio. She had sal
that she knew a little about picture.
She knew more than a little, a goo
deal. in fact, and talked most intelli
gently about them / don't say thi
simply because she tried before sh
went, to buy some of mine When
declined to sell she seemed put out
But surely these prints of YOU
aren't the work of an amateur" sh
said you SELF"
ooh, yes, | sell--vhen i can But
don't sell without good bit of ban
gaining;s particularly when | suspet
my purchaser of wishing to max
amends by a purchase"
ut isn't that at ALL" she sal
earnestly II want the pictures Il
themselves"
"Call this preliminary then. an
come back when you have more time
She shook her head, and there we
shadow over the brightness of h'
face. I'm afraid not" she said. 'Bl
have enjoyed talking again wit
someone who knows and loves II
best in art. After all" she addt
with note of determination. >almo
of defiance, these is no reason WI
I shouldn't sometime
Then may look for you again
l asked
| She nodded as sne moved out aero
the porch. IF you'll sell me any pril