Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-03-23
CHAPTER XII.
ESTABLISHED 1865.


out of the ranks Of the ordinary anu
TO show symptoms of a quality whicn
would some day give it distinctioh
Heretofore his instructors had heio
him rigidly to the limitations OF olack
and white, but now they took OH the
bonds and permitted him the coior1u'
delight of attempting to express hiih'
calf from the palette 1t was like per-
mitting a natural poet to leave prose
and play with prosody.
One day Adrienne looked up from q
sbeaf Of his very creditably landscape
studies to inquire suddenly:
Samson, are you a rich man or
poor one?"
He laughed. so rich," he told her.
THAT unless I can turn some or tnls
stuff into money within a year or two
1 shall have to go back to hoeihs
corn"
She nodded gravely.
Hasn't it occurred to you," she
demanded. that in a way you are
wasting your gifts? They were taih-
ing about you the other evening-seV-
eral parties. They all said that you
should be doing portraits
The Kentuckian smiled. His mas
ters had been telling him the same
thing. He had fallen in love with art
through the appeal Of the skies aho
hills. He had followed its call at the
proselyting Of George Lescott VINO
painted only landscape. Portraiture
seemed less artistic form OF express
sion. He said so.
THAT may all be very true, she
conceded, but you can go on win
vour landscapes and let your por-
traits pay the way. And" she aooeo'
"since l am very vain and moderately
rich, l hereby commission you 70
paint me, just as soon as you learn
how"
Farbish had simply dropped out Bit
by bit the truth Of the conspiracy mao
leaked, and he knew that his usefui-
ness was ended and that weu-hneo
pocketbooks would no longer open TO
his profiigate demands.
sallv had started to school She
had not announced that she meant to
do so, but each day the people OF Mis-
ery saw her old sorrel mare making its
way to and from the general direction
OF Stagebone college, and they smlieo
No one knew how Sally's cheeks
famed as she sat alone on SATURDAYS
and Sundays on the rock at the back
bones rift. She was taking her place
morbidly, among little spindle-shankeo
girls in short skirts, and the little
girls were more advanced than she
But she, too, meant to have "rarnin
as much Of 1t as was necessary to sat
isfy the lover who might never come
And yet, the 'fotched-on" teachers al
the college" thought her the most
yoraciously ambitious pupil they nae
ever had, SO unfiaggingly did she toll
and the most remarkably acquisitive
so fast did she learn. But her studies
had again been interrupted, and MISS
Grover, her teacher, riding over one
day to find out why her prize scholar
had deserted, met in the road ar
empty "jolt wagon" followed by
ragged cortege Of mounted men and
women, whose faces were still lugu'
brious with the effort Of recent mourn
ing. Her question elected the informa-
ton that they were returning from the
"buryin'" Of the Widow Miller
Toward the end Of that year Sam
son undertook his portrait OF Adr'
enne Lescott. The work was nearing
completion, but it had been agreed
that the girl herself was not to have
a peep at the canvas until the painter
was ready to unveil it in finished
condition. Often as she posed, Will
fred Horton idled in the studio witt
them, and often George Lescott came
to criticize, and left without criticising
The girl was impatient for the da!
when she, too, was to see the picture
concerning which the three men main
tained SO profound secrecy. She knew
that Samson was a painter who analyz
ed with his brush, and that his pic
ture would show her not only feature!
and expression, but the mans esti
mate Of herself.
DO you know" he said one day
coming out from behind his easel ant
studying her, through half closed eyes
Il never really began to know you un
til now? Analysing you-studying yo'
in this fashion, not by your words bu
by your expression, your pose, tn
very unconscious essence Of your per
sonality-these things are illuminat
ing"
although l am not painting you,
she said with smile. Il have bee'
studying you, too. AS you stand ther
before your canvas your own person
ality is revealed-and have not beel
entirely unobservant myself"
And under the X-ray scrutiny o
this profound analysis" he said witt
a laugh, do you like me?'
Wait and see," she retorted.
AT all events"-he spoke gravely-
You must try to like me little, be
cause am not what was. The per
son that l am is largely the creatur
Of your own fashion. OF cours
you had very raw material to worl
with, and you can't make a silk purs
of'-he broke off and smiled-"wel
of me, but in time you my at leas
get me merceriZed a little"
For no visible reason she flushed
and her next question came triti
eagerly.
DO you mean have influence
you?"
Influenced me- Drennie?" he re
peated. You have done more tina
that. You have painted me out an
painted me over"
She shook her head, and in her eye
danced a light Of subtle coquetry.
There are things have tried to d
and failed" she told him.