The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-02-11

Fifth avenue, passed under the arch
and drew up before door just on
| Washington square, where the land
were sleeping rooms and such Access
series 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. Its just as well 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-dcored
hospitality the invitation seemed only
natural The evening meal was
brought in from a neighboring hotel,
and the two men dired before an open
fire, Samson eating In mountain 81
lence, while his host chatted and
asked questions.
Samson" suggested the painter,
when the dinner things had been car
lieu OuL dAQ IhCJ WClC 6AOAOJ JOH "a
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
II hain't skeered Of work"
II 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
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.
81 gives ye my hand on thet," he
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 long
while awake, with many disquieting
reflections.
Meanwhile Lescott, letting himself
into a house overlooking the park,
was hailed by a chorus of voices from
the dining room. He turned and went
in to join a gay group Just back from
the opera AS he thoughtfully mixed
himself a highball, they bombarded
him with questions.
"Why didn't you bring your bar
barian with your" demanded a 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 af-
fectionate smile, and added: I'VE
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 I
was afraid if he came in here in the |
fashion of his carrying his |
saddlebags-y ultraciyilized folk |
might have laughed"
A roar OF laughter at the picture /
Lescott's assumption.
mo! Now, actually with saddle
bags?" echoed a young fellow with
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
risibles and a courtesy
deeper than your shirt-fronts-mayb
III let you have look. Meantime I'm
much too fond of all Of you to risk
citing you laugh at my barbarian"
.
Several months were spent laboring
With charcoal and paper over plaster
lasts in Lescott's studio, and Lescott
himself played instructor, When the
kylight darkened with the coming Of
'vening, the boy whose mountain ma
ure cried out for exercise went for
ong tramps that carried him over
many miles of city pavements, and
fter that, when the gas was lit, he
urned, still insatiably hungry, to
olumes of history, and algebra, and
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