Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-03-02
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81 CHARLES NEVILLE bUSA 10
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avenue, passed under the arch and
drew up before a door just of Wash
ington square, where the landscape
painter had studio suit. There were
sleeping rooms and such accessories
as seemed to the boy unheard-of lux
ury, though Lescott regarded the
nlace as a make-shift annex to his
home establishment.
you'd better take your time In Sc
lecting permanent quarters" was mis-
careless fashion Of explaining to Sam
son. Its just as we'll not to hurry.
You are to stay here with me, as long
as you will"
I'm obleeged ter 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 dined before an open
fire, Samson eating in mountain 81
lence, while his host chatted and ask
| ed questions.
Samson" suggested the painter,
when the dinner things had been car
ried out and they were alone, you
are here for two purposes: First, to
study painting; second, to educate and
equip yourself for coming conditions.
It's going to take work, more work.
and then some more work"
"I hain't skeered Of work"
81 believe that. Also, you must
keep out Of trouble. You've got to
ride your fighting instinct with a
strong curb"
81 don't low to let nobody run over
me-" The statement was not argu-
mentative; only an announcement OF
principle which was not subject to
modification.
"All right, but until you learn the
ropes let me advise you"
The boy gazed into the fire for a
few moments Of silence.
II gives you ye my hand on thet,"
he promised.
At eleven o'clock the painter, hav-
ing shown his guest over the premises,
said goodnight and went uptown to
his own house. Samson lay long
while awake, with many disquieting
reflections.
Meanwhile Lescott, letting himself
into a house overlooking the park,
was hailed by chorus Of voices from
the dining room. He turned and
went in to join gay group just back
from the opera. AS he thoughtfully
mixed himself highball. they bonn
barded him with questions.
why didn't you bring your bar
barian with you?" demanded 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
affectionate smile, and added: 1--WE
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. u
was afraid if 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
vindicated Lescott's assumption.
mo! Now, actually with saddle
bags?" echoed a young fellow with q
likable 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 hese barbara
ans already know, the control Of your
oversensitized risibles and a courtesy
deeper than your hirt-fronts-maybe
I'll let you have a look. Meantime
I'm much too fond Of all of you to risk
letting you 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 fol
| 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 brisk breeze
through blue Bermuda water. Off to
the right Hamilton rose sheer and
colorful from the bay. At the tiller
sat the white-clad figure Of Adrienne
Lescott. Puffs of wind that whipped
the faulty bellying sheets lashed heI
dark hair about her face. Her lips
vividly red like poppy petals, were
just now curved into an amused smile
which made them even more than or
dinarily kissable and tantalizing. HeI
companion was neglecting his nomi-
nal duty of tending the sheet to watch
her.
| "Wilfred." she teased, your con-
trast is quite startling-and, in way
effective. From head to foot you are
spotless white-but your scowl is alb
solutely the blacklist black that oul
eyes endure And" she added, in ar
injured voice, I'm sure I've been very
nice to you"
| I've not yet begun to scowl," he
assured her, and proceeded to show
what superlatives Of saturnine express
sion he held in reserve. "See here
Drennie, l know perfectly we'll tha
I'm a sheer imbecile to reveal the fac
that you've made me mad. 1t please.
you too perfectly. l make you hap
pier than is good for you, but"
It's a terrible thing to make me
happy, isn't it?" she inquired, sweetly
"Drennie, you have held me of
since we were children. l believe
first announced my intention Of mar