Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1915-05-28

bonds and permitted him the colorful
delight of attempting to express him
self from the palette. 1t was like per-
hitting natural poet to 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 rich man or a
poor one?"
He laughed. $50 rich," he told her,
that unless / can turn some of this
stuff into money within year or two
l shall have to go back to hoeing
corn"
She nodded gravely.
Hasn't it occurred to you," she
demanded, that in a way you are
wasting your gifts? They were 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. Portraiture
seemed less artistic form Of express
sion. He said SO.
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 l am very vain and moderately
rich, I hereby commission you to
paint me, just as soon 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 profligate 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 its
way to and from the general direction
Of Stagbone college, and they smiled
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 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 Tarnin -
as much of it 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
Voraciously ambitious pupil they haC
ever had, so unfaggingly 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 6
ragged cortege Of mounted men anC
women, whose faces were still lugu
brious with the effort Of recen
mourning. Her question elected the
information that they were returnine
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 nearins
completion, but it had been agreed
that the girl herself was not to hav,
peep at the canvas until the painte
,, was ready to unveil it in a finished
condition. Often, as she posed, VIII
fred Horton idled in the studio will
, them, and often George Lescott cam,
to criticize, and left without criticiz
, ing. The girl was impatient for tn,
day when she, too, was to see the pic
ture, concerning which the three mel
> maintained so profound a secrecy. Sh,
. knew that Samson was a painter VIII,
analysed with his brush, and that hi
picture would show her not only fea
lures and expression, but the man.
estimate 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
7 til now? Analysing you-studying 70,
), in this fashion, not by your words. blu
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, 81 have beef
, studying you, too. AS you stand Their
before your canvas your own person
atty is revealed-and have not BEEF
,, entirely unobservant myself"
, And under the X-ray scrutiny O
, this profound analysis" he said wit
: a laugh, do you like me?"
wait and see," she retorted.
4 "At all events"-he spoke gravely-
q you must try to like me a little, be
|. cause am not what | was. The pei
e son that | am is largely the creatur