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

Inc SECOND year Oh uoW OIuci
brings fewer radical changes than the
0rst. rSamson's work began to forge
out Of the ranks Of the ordinary and
10 show symptoms Of quality which
would some day give, It distinction.
Heretofore his Instructors had held
him rigidly to the limitations OF black
and white, but now they took on the
bonds and permitted him the colorful
delight Of attempting to express him
self from the palette. 1t was like per-
hitting a natural poet to leave prose
and play with prosody
One day Adrienne looked up from a
sheaf OF his very creditable landscape
studies to Inquire suddenly:
Samson, are you rich man or a
poor one?"
He laughed. $50 rich," he told her,
''that unless can turn some OF this
stun into money within year or two
shall have to go back to hoeing
corn"
She nodded gravely.
Hasn't it occurred to you" she
demanded, that in a way you are
wasting your gifts? 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
tors 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 its call at the
proselyting OF George Lescott, who
painted only landscape. Portraiture
seemed less artistic form of express
sion. He said 30.
"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, l hereby commission you to
paint me, just as soon as 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 profligate demands,
Sally had started to school She
had not announced that she meant to
do so, but each day the people of Misery
saw her old sorrel mare making its
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 woman Of
eighteen, among little spindle-shanked |
girls in short skirts, and the little
girls were more advanced than she.
But she, too, meant to have 'Tarnin -
As much Of 1t as was necessary to sat
isfy the lover who might never come.
And yet, the 'fotched-on" teachers at
the college" thought her the most
ambitious pupil they had
ever had, so unnaggingly did she toll.
and the most remarkably acquisitive,
30 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
whose faces were still lugu-
1rious with the effort of recent
Her question ELECTED the
Information that they were returning
rom the "buryin'" of the Widow Mil
er.
Towards the end of that year Sam
ON undertook his portrait of Adri-
nne Lescott. The work was nearing
but it had been agreed
hat the girl herself was not to have
peep at the canvas until the painter
vas ready to unveil it in finished I
ondition. Often, as she posed, Will |
red Horton idled in the studio with
hem. and often George Lescott came {
. criticize, and left without criticiz- !
lg. The girl was impatient for the t
ay when she, too, was to see the pic i
ire, concerning which the three men t
Maintained so profound secrecy. She t
new that Samson was a painter who 4
nalyzed with his brush, and that his b
lcture would show her not only fea- v
Tres and expression, but the mans
stimate of herself.
do you know" he said one day, :
oming out from behind his easel and a
udying her, through half-closed eyes, :
never really began to know you UNI 4
now? Analysing you-studying you
this fashion, not by your words, but
Y your expression, your pose, the
cry unconscious essence of your per- ),
things are illuminat- =
g." :
Although l am not painting you"
lie said with smile, 81 have been
udying you, too. As you stand there :
fore your canvas your own person :.
ity is revealed-and have not been
ltirely unobservant myself" :
"And under the X-ray scrutiny of :
is profound analysis he said with
laugh. do you like me?'