The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-03-04

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Samson's brush was the tongue OF his
soul.
The girls eyes grew thoughtful as
she saw that he still drew the leering,
saturnine face of Jim Asberry. He
had not outgrown hate, then? But
she said nothing until he brought out
and set on an easel her own portrait.
For a moment she gasped with sheer
delight for the colorful mastery of the
technique, and she would have been
hard to please had she not been de-
lighted with the conception of her.
self mirrored in the canvas. 1t was
face through which the soul showed,
and the soul was strong and fiawless.
The girls personality radiated from
the canvas-and yet A disappointed
little look crossed and clouded her
eyes. She was conscious of an in
def1nable catch of pain at her heart
Samson stepped forward, and his
waiting eyes, too, we're disappointed.
you don't like 1t, DrennieT he
anxiously questioned. But she smiled
in answer, and declared:
Il love It."
He went out few minutes later to
telephone for her to Mrs. Lescott, and
gave Adr1enne carte blanche to browse
among his portfolios and stacked can
vases until his return. In few nin-
utes she discovered one of those ef-
forts which she called his ''rebellicus
pictures"
These were such things as he paint
ed, using no model except memory
perhaps, not for the making OF finished
pictures, but merely to give outlet .
his feelings; an outlet which some
men might have found in talk.
This particular canvas was roughly
blocked in, and it was elementally
simple, but each brush stroke had
been thrown against the surface with
the concentrated fire and energy of
blow, except the strokes that had
painted the face, and there the brush
had seemed to kiss the canvas The
picture showed barefooted girl,
standing, in barbaric simplicity Of
dress, in the glare of the arena, while
a gaunt lion crouched cycling her Her
head was lifted as though she we're
listening to faraway music. In the |
eyes was indomitable courage. That
canvas was at once a declaration OF
love, and q miserere. Adrienne set |
1t up beside her own portrait, and, as
she studied the two with her chin rest
ing on her gloved hand, her eyes /
cleared of questioning. Now she knew
what she missed in her own more
beautiful likeness. 1t had been paint
ed with all the admiration of the mind.
The other had been dashed off straight
from the heart-and this other was
5allyl She replaced the sketch where
she had found It, and Samson return
ng found her busy with little sketches
If the Seine.
"Drennie," pleaded Wilfred Horton,
as the two leaned on the rail of the
Mauretania, returning from Europe,
are you going to hold me off in
definitely? I've served my seven
ears for Rachel, and thrown in some
xtra time. Am no nearer the goal?
The girl looked at the oily heave of
he leaden and cherries Atlantic, and
IS somber tones found reflection In
er eyes. She shook her head.
81 wish 1 knew" she said, YEARLY.
hen she added vehemently: I'm not
,orth 1t, Wilfred. Let me go. Chuck i,
10 out of your life as little pig who
ant read her own heart; who is too
tterly selfish to decide upon her own
f."
'Is the put the question with
)reboding-"that, after all, / was q !
rophet? Have you = and South =
iped your feet on the doormat
larked 'Platonic friendship?' Have
gu done that, Drennie"
She looked up into his eyes. Her
wn we're wide and honest and very
III of pain.
NO." she said, I'VE haven't done
lat, yet l guess we won't.
think he'd rather stay outside, Will
ed. II l was sure l loved him, and r
at he loved me, I'd feel like cheat \
there Is the other girl to think Of.
And, besides, I'm not sure what
want myself. But I'm horribly
raid I'm going to end by losing you
,th."
Horton stood silent. 1t was tea
ne, and from below came the strains
the ships orchestra. A few ulster
nffied passengers gloomily paced
e deck.
You won't lose us both, Drennie,"
said, steadily. you may lose your
oice-but, if you find yourself able
fall back on substitutes, I'll be
ere, waiting"
For once he did not meet her scru-
", or know of it. His own eyes were
ed on the slow swing of heavy, =
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