The Columbus courier. [volume] (Columbus, Luna County, N.M.) 1911-1920, 1915-03-05

be not only full OF early embarras8-
ment. but positively revolutionary.
should be approached by eesy stages,
Consequently the car turned down
Fifth avenue, passed under the arch
and drew up before a door just on
Washington square. where the land
scape painter had a studio suit. There
were sleeping rooms and such aoces-
sorles as seemed to the boy unheard-of
luxury, though Lescott regarded the
place as a makeshlft annex TO his
home establishment.
You'd better take your time in Sc
Letting permanent quarters" was his
careless fashion Of explaining TO Sam
son. TITS just as well not to hurry.
You are to stay here with me. as long
as you viii"
I'm obleeged tor ye," replied the
boy. to whose training In open-doored
hospitality the invitation seemed only
natural. The evening meal was
brought In from a neighboring hotel,
and the two men dlned before an open
fire, Samson eating In mountain ST.
lence, while his host ohatted and
asked questions.
Samson" suggested the painter,
when the dinner things had been car
ried out and they we're alone, you are
here for two purposes: First, 10 study
painting; second, to educate and equip
yourself for coming conditions. It's
going to take work, more work, and
then some moro WORK"
Il hain't skeered of. work"
Il believe that. Also, you must
keep out OF trouble. You've got to ride
your fighting instinct with a strong
curb"
Il don't low to let nobody run over
me-" The statement was not argu-
mentative; only an announcement Of
a principle which was not subject to
modification.
IAN right, but until you learn the
ropes let me advise you"
The boy gazed into the FIRE for a few
moments Of silence.
Il gives ye my hand on tibet" he
promised.
At eleven O'Clock the painter, having
shown his guest over the premises,
said goodnight and went uptown to
his OWE house, Samson lay a long
while awake, with many disquleting
reflections.
Meanwhile Lescott, letting himself
into a house overlooking the park.
was hailed by a chorus OF voices from
the dining room. He turned and went
in to join a gay group Just back from
the opera. AS he thoughtfully mixed
himself a highbali. they bombarded
him with questions.
why didn't you bring your bar.
barian with your" demanded a dark.
eyed girl. who looked very much as
Lescott himself might have looked had
he been a girl-and very young and
lovely. Now she flashed on him an af.
|fectionate smile. and added: I'VE
have been waiting to see him. Must
we go 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, Drennie," he smiled. Il
was afraid II he came In here in the
fashion OF his arrival-carrying his
saddlebags-you ultracivilized folk
might have laughed"
A roar Of laughter at the picture
INDICATED Lescott's assumption.
No! Now, actually with saddle
bags" echoed a young fellow with a
nkable 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, dryly. when you New York.
ers have learned what these barbara
ans already know, the control OF our
oversensitized rlsibles and a courtesy
deeper than your shist.fronts-maybe
III let YOU have a look. Meantime I'm
much too fond Of all Of you to risk
letting o laugh at my barbarian"
Several months were spent laboring
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 for
long tramps That carried him over
many miles OF city pavements, and
after that, when the gas was lit. he
turned, still insatiably hungry. to
volumes Of history, and algebra, and
facts.
A sloop.rigged boat with a crew OF
two was dancing before a brisk breeze
through blue Bermuda water. on to
the right Hamilton rose sheer and
%colorful from the bay. At the tiller
sat the whitehead figure OF Adrienne
Lescott. Pufs Of wind that whipped
the faulty bellying sheets dashed her
dark hair about her face. Her lips.
ylyidly red like poppy petals. were
just now curved into an unused smile.
which made them even more than or.
dlnarily klssable and tantalizing. Her
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