The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1915-03-04

-"N ""''o' but uoW tnet tOOe OH tho
bonds and permitted hiu the colorful
delight OF attempting to express him.
self from the palette. II was like per-
hitting a natural post 10 leave prose
and play with prosody.
One day Adrienne looked up from q
sheaf OF his very creditable landscape
studies to inquire suddenly:
Samson. are you a rich man or q
poor one?"
He laughed. 80 rich" he told her,
that unless I can turn some Of this
stun into money within q year or two
shall have TO 20 back to hoeing
corn"
She nodded ~gravely.
Hasn't Il occurred 70 YOU" she
demanded. that In q way you are
wasting your gifts7 They we're talk.
ing about you the other evening-sev-
eral painters. They all said that you
should be doing portraits"
The Kentuckian smiled. His mas
tiers had been telling him the same
thing. He had fallen In love with art
through the appeal OF the skies and
hills. He had followed its call at the
PROSECUTING OF George Lescott. who
painted only landscape. P%ortraiture
seemed a less artistic form OF expires.
sion. He said 30.
That may all be very true" she
conceded. but you can go on with
your landscapes and let your por-
traits pay the way. And" she added,
since | am vey vain and moderately
rich, I hereby commission you to
paint me, just as loon as you learn
how"
Farbish had simply dropped out. BIT
by bit the truth OF the conspiracy had
leaked. and he knew that his useful.
ness was ended and that well.lined
pocketbooks would no longer open to
his prohigate demands.
Sally had started to school. She
had not announced that she meant to
do SO. but each day the people OF Misery
saw her old sorrel mare making It's
way TO and from the general direction
OF Stagbone college. and they smiled
No one knew how Sally's cheeks
famed az h sat alone on Saturdays
and Sundays on the rock at the back.
bones rift. She was taking her place.
morbidly sensitive and a woman Of
eighteen. among little spIndle-shanked
girls In short skirts. and the little
girls were more advanced than she.
But she. too, meant to have "1'arnin' -
as much OF II as was necessary TO sat.
isfy the lover who might never come.
And yet. the "f~otched-on" teachers ut
the college" thought her the most
voraciously ambitious pupil they had
ever had. so unfiaggingly did she toll.
and the most remarkably acquisitiye.
80 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 an
empty "jolt wagon" followed by q
ragged cortege OF mounted men and
women. whose faces were still lugu.
brious with the effort OF recent
mourning. Her question elected the
information that they were returning
from the 'buryin'" OF the Widow Mil.
Ter.
Towards the end Of that year Sam.
son undertook his portrait OF Adri.
enne Lescott. The work was nearing
completion. but II had been agreed
that the girl herself was not to have
n peep at the canvas until the painter
was ready TO unvell II In a finished
condition. Often. as she posed. vii.
fred Horton ldled In the studio with
them. and often George Lescott came
to criticize. and left without criticiz.
, ing. The girl was impatient for the
day when she, too. was to see the pic.
ture, concerning which the three men
: maintained so profound a secrecy. She
knew that Samson was a painter who
analysed with HIS brush, and that his
, picture would show her not only fea.
lures and expression. but the mans
estimate OF herself.
DO you know" he said one day,
: coming out from behind his easel and
studying her. through half.closed eyes,
Il never really began to know you un.
7 Ill now? Analysing you-studying you
In this fashion, moi by your words. but
by your expression, your pose. the
very unconscious essence OF your per.
so%nality-these things are iliuminat.
ing"
, Although | am not painting YOU
she said with n smile, II have been
|, studying you. too. As you stand there
before your canva your W person.
atty is ravealed-and | have o been
. entirely unobseryant myself"
= And under the X.ray scrutiny ri
. this profound analysis" he said with
, a laugh, do you like me?'
. "Wait and see," she retorted.
A AT all events"-he spoke gravely-
. you must try to like me a little. be-
cause | am not what ! was. The per
a son that | am Is largely the creature
n OF your own %iashionIng. or course
you had very raw material to work
@ with. and you can't make n SILK purse
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