Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1915-04-01

should be. approached by easy stages.
Consequently the car turned down
Fifth avenue, passed under the arch
and drew up before door just on
Washington square, where the land
scape painter had studio suit. There
| were sleeping rooms and such acces-
sories as seemed to the boy unheard-of
luxury, though Lescott regarded the
place as a makeshift annex to his
| home establishment.
You'd better take your time In Sc
lecting permanent quarters" was his
careless fashion of explaining to Sam
son. "It's just as well not to hurry.
You are to stay here with me. as long
as you will"
"I'm iobleeged 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 ST.
Ilence, while his host chatted and
asked questions.
Samson" suggested the painter,
when the dinner things had been car
ried out. and they we're 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"
'T fiain't skeered of work"
'T believe that Also, you must
keep out Of trouble. You've got to ride
your lighting instinct with strong
curb"
| II don't low to let nobody run over
me-" The statement was not argu-
mentative; only an announcement OF
a 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 few
moments Of silence.
''I gives ye my hand on thet." be
promised.
At eleven o'clock the painter, having
shown his guest over the premises,
said goodnight and went uptown to
his own house. Samson lay a long
while awake, with many disquieting
reflections.
Meanwhile Lescott. letting himself
into a house overlooking the park.
was MAILED 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 bombarded
him with, questions, ~
why didn't you bring your bar
barian with you?" demanded a dark
eyed girl, who looked very much as
Lescott himself might have looked had
he been a girl--and very young and
,ssovely Nov sha flashed on him an at.
fectionate smile, and added: I'VE
have been waiting to see him. Must
we 60 to be6 disappointedT q
George stood looking down on them,
| and tinkled the Ice in his glass.
t'He wasn't brought on for purposes
OF exhibition, Drennie." he smiled Il
was afraid II 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.
| "No!~ Now, actually with saddle
bags?" echoed a young fellow with a
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 these barbara
ans already know, the control Of your
oversensitized risibles and courtesy
deeper than your shirt-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"
| S6N6Tdl WClC opChI
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 for
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 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 her
dark hair about her face. Her lips,
vividly red like poppy petals, were
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