The Columbus courier. [volume] (Columbus, Luna County, N.M.) 1911-1920, 1915-04-02

and white. but now they took on the
bonds ana permitted him the colorful
delight OF attempting to express him
self from the palette. Il was like per-
hitting a natural poet to leave prose
and play with prosody.
One day Adrlenne looked up from a
sheaf Of his very ereditable landscape
studies to inquire suddenly;
Samson, are you a rich man OF a
poor one3"
He laughed. $50 rich" he told her.
that unless I can turn some OF this
stun into money within a year or two
shall have to 80 back to hoeing
corn"
She nodded gravely.
Hasn't II occurred to you" she
demanded. that In a 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
ters 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 It's call at the
proselyting Of George Lescott, who
painted only landscape. Portralture
seemed a 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 am very vain and moderately
rich. I hereby commission you to
paint me. just al 500 al 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 prohlgate demands.
Sally had started to school. She
had not announced that she meant to
do 80, 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 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 m OF
eighteen, among little splndle-shanked
girls in short skirts, and the little
girls we're more advanced than she.
But she, too, meant to have "1'arnln'" -
as much Of IL as was necessary to sat
isfy tho lover who might never come.
And yet, the "fotched.on" teachers at
the college" thought her the most
voraciously ambitious pupil they had
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 an
empty "jolt wagon" followed by a
ragged cortege Of mounted men and
women, whose faces were still lugi.
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 nearinr
completion, but II had been agreed
that the girl herself was not TO have
q peep at the canvas until the painter
was ready TO unvell II In a finished
condition. Often. as she posed, vii
fred Horton idled in the studio with
them, and often George Lescott came
TO criticize, and left without critics
ing. The girl wal impatient for the
day when she. too, was to see the pic
ture. concerning which the three mer
maintained so profound a secrecy. sh,
knew that Samson was a painter whit
analysed with his brush, and that hi
picture would show her o only fea
lures and expression, but the mani
estimate OF herself.
DO you know" he said one day
coming out from behind his easel an,
hAhAfAhE hNAt AhARhhh hoilHNiohtQ tyaN
Il never really began to know you un
III nowY Analysing you-studying 20,
In this fashion. not by your words, bu
by your expression, your pose. tn
very unconscious essence Of your Der
sonality-these things are muminai
ing"
Although / am not painting you.
she said with a smile, II have beel
studying you, too, Az you stand Their
before your anvas your own person
allty 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 mar"
Wait and see" she retorted.
/ "At all events"-he spoke ~gravely-
you must try to like me a little, be
: cause ! am not what | was. The per
} son that | am Is largely the creature