The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times., 1915-01-14

irwin, like all HI ter keep TINS ,ru'o.
nut We must stay on yore s'uu =.
else ride the roads OPEN Ho"
Purvy terday? it'd tho
"Hes mighty porely." repheu '"'
other, In a sullen voice or
"AIl right Thets another re"so
why hit haint healthy fer ye o'''
hyar." ,,s UNIV
over the mountain. ,,
ON hlm!" muttored Samson,
his face twltchlng. as the other was
lost in the underground. some u"'
I'm a.goln' ter git him.
Tamarack spicer did not at oneo
reannear. and when one OF the soutns
met another in the road the CUSTOMARY
dialogue would be: "Heered ahy'hlns
OF Tamarack?" NO. ho'
mo, nary a word" 49,
As Lescott wandered through 'ho
hills. his unhurt right hand began cry
ing out for action and a Drush "
nurse. As he watched. day atter uay,
the unwilling Of the monumental hiie
and the transitions from hazy, wrai'n'
like whispers OF hues to strong nar'ns
riot of color, this fret OF restlessness
became actual pain. He was wasting
wonderful opportunity and the crea'
tive instinct " him was clamoring.
One morning. when he came out just
after sunrise TO the tin wash oasih
at the we'll the desire to paint was on
him with compelling force. The hills
ended near their bases like things Bit
ten of. Beyond lay llmitless stream
ers OF mist, but, while he stood at gaze
the flmy veil began to lift and hoat
higher. Trees and mountains grew
taller. The sun. which showed hrst
as "A ghost.like disk OF polished alumi'
mum. struggled through orange ana
vermilion into sphere OF living
flame. Lescott heard voice at his
side
when does ye low ter commence
paintin'?"
II was Samson. For answer the
artist, with his unhurt hand, impa-
tiently tapped his bandaged wrist.
"Ye still got yore right hand. haint
ye?" demanded the boy. The other
laughed. II was a typical question. So
long as one had the trigger finger left
one should not admit disqualification.
You see, Samson" he explained.
this isn't precisely like handling a
gun. One must hold the palette mix
the colors: wipe the brushes and do
half a dozen equally necessary things.
II requires at least two perfectly good
hands, Many people don't find two
enough"
But hit only takes one ter do the
paintin. don't hit?"
yes"
"Well'-the boy spoke dlfiidently
but with husiasm--"between the
two OF us we've got three hands.
reckon ye kin larn me how ter do
them other things fer ye."
Lescott's surprise showed In his
face and the lad swept eagerly on.
"Mebby hit hain't none of my bust
ness, but, all day yestiddy an the
day befo'. | was studyin' bout this
here thing. an hustled up an got
thet corn weeded an now I'm through.
Ef kin help ye out thought meb.
by" He paused and looked appeal.
ingly at the artist.
Lescott whistled and then his face
lighted into contentment.
To-day. Samson" he announced,
"Lescott, South and Company get
busy"
II was the first time he had seen
Samson smile, and. although the ex.
preston was one OF sheer delight, in.
herent somberness loaned II touch
OF the wistful
When. an hour later. the two set
out, the mountain boy carried the par.
aphernala and the old man standing
AT the door watched them OF with a
halfquzzical, halfdlsapproving glance.
AS the boy, with remarkable apti.
tude, learned how to adjust the easel
and arrange the paraphcrnalia, Lescott
sat drinking In through thirsty eyes
the stretch OF landscape he had deter.
mined to paint.
'h'Hi "hi'N Nv pdlHttu, tue DOl ntlu
the palette, his eyes riveted on the
canvas, which was growing from a
blank to Il mirror OF vistas-and the
boys pupils became deeply hungry.
The day Of painting was followed
by others like II. The disabling OF
Lescott's left hand made the constant
companionship OF the boy matter
that needed no explanation or apology.
though not matter of approval to his
| uncle.
Another week had passed without
the temperance OF Tamarack SpIcer.
One afternoon Lescott and Samson
we're alone on a cliff.protectcd shelf.
and the painter had Just blocked in
with lumber and neutral tint the crude
sketch Of his next picture.
GRO RE CONTINUED
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