Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-12-29

Qhe Cal / offhe
UN\BERLANDS
IN CHARLES NEVILLE BUCK
WITH ILLUSTRATORS FROM PeAS OIQG] g y

hospitality the invitation seemed only
natural. The evening meal was
brought In from q neighboring hotel.
and the two men dined before an open
fire, Samson eating In mountain o.
lence, while his host chatted and
asked questions.
Samson" suggested the painter,
when the dinner things had been car
ried out and they were alone, you are
here for two purposes: First, to study
painting: second, to educate and equip
yourself for coming conditions. IT.
going to take work. more work. and
then some more work
II hain't skeered Of work"
II believe that. Also. you must
keep out Of trouble. You've got to ride
your fighting instinct with strons
curb"
Il don't low to let nobody run over
me-" The statement was not argr
mentative: only an announcement OF
q principle which was not subject TO
modification.
"All right. but until you learn the
ropes let me advise you"
The boy gazed into the fire for q few
moments Of silence.
II gives 70 my hand on thet. >" he
promised.
At eleven o'clock the painter. having
shown his guest over the premises,
said goodnight and went uptown to
his own house. Samson lay . long
while awake. With many disquietins
reflections.
Meanwhile Lescott, letting himself
into . house overlooking the park,
was hailed BY chorus Of voices from
the dining room. He turned and went
In to Join . gay group Just back from
the opera. AS he thoughtfully mixed
himself highball, they bombarded
him with questions.
'sWhy didn't you bring your bar
barian with you1" demanded q dark
eyed girl. who looked very much -
Lescott himself might have looked had
he been girl-and very young and
lovely. Now she flashed on him an at
fectionate smile. and added: 1--WE
have been waiting to see him. Must
We 60 to bed disappointed
George stood looking down on them
and tinkled the ice In his glass.
He wasn't brought on for purposes
Of exhibition. Drennta.' he smiled. Il
was afraid If hs came in here In the
fashion Of his ar1iyal-carying hia
saddlebags-you ultfacivtlixed fob
might have laughed"
A roar of laughter at the picture
INDICATED Lescott's assumption
mo! Now. actually with saddle
bags!" echoed . young fellow with .
hkable face which was for the mo
ment incredulously amused. That
goes Dick Wilmington one better
You do make some rare discoveries
George We celebrate you"
Thanks, Horton" commented the
painter. dryV. when you New York
ers have learned what these barbara
ans already know. the control of your
oversensitixed risibles and courtesy
deeper than your shirt-fronts-maybe
I'll let you have . look. Meantime I'm
much too fond Of all Of you to risk
letting you laugh 1t my barbarian"
Several months were spent laborins
with charcoal and paper over plaster
casts in Lescott's studio. and Lescott
himself played instructor. When the
skylight darkened with the coming Of
evening. the boy whose mountain ma
ture cried out for exercise went fol
long tramps that carried him over
many miles Of city pavements. and
after that, when tho gas was lit, ne
turned, still insatiably hungry, to
volumes Of history. and algebra, and
facts.
.
A sloop-rigeed boat with q crew OF
two was dancing before brisk breeze
through blue Bermuda water. OF to
the right Hamilton rose sheer and
colorful from the bay. At the tiller
sat the Whitehead figure Of Adrienne
Lescott. Puns Of wind that whipped
the faulty bellying sheets dashed her
dark hair about her face. Her lips.
vividly red like poppy petals, were
Just now curved into an amused smile
which made them even more than or.
dinarily kissable and tantalizing. Her
companion was neglecting his nominal
duty Of tending the sheet to watch
her.
''wilfred." she teased. your con.
trast is quite startling and. in way.
effective. From head to foot you are
spotless white-but your scowl Is alb
solutely the blacklist black that our
eyes endure And" she added. In an
injured voice. I'm sure rye been very
nice 10 you"
II have not yet begun to scowl," he
assured her. and proceeded to show
what superiatives Of .saturnine express
sion he held In reserve. "See here.
Drennie, know perfectly we'll that
I'm sheer imbecile to reveal the fact
that you've made me mad. It pleases
you too perfectly. It makes you hap
pier than 10 good for you. but"
Its . terrible thing to make mo
happy, isn't It IT. - she inquired. sweetly
ssYN~nnmaA vaaa hav~ ho1d ma m alncA