Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-03-13

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ser from the palette. 1t was like per
hitting a natural poet to leave prose
and play with prosody.
One day Adrlenne hooked up from a
sheaf of his very creditable landscape
studies to inquire suddenly:
Samson, are you rich man or a
poor one?"
He laughed. 80 rich" he told her.
that unless I can turn some of this
stun into money within a year or two
shall have to so 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 were talk
ing about you the other evening-sev-
eral painters. They all said that you
should be doing portraits"
The KeRtuckian smiled. His mas
tiers 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
PROSECUTING Of George Lescott, who
painted only landscape. Portraiture
seemed 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, 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 welllined
pocketbooks would no longer open to
his profiigate 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 a 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 '1arnin' -
as much of it 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
voraciously ambitious pupil they had
ever had, so unfiaggingly did she toll,
and the most remarkably acquisitive,
so fast did she learn But her studies
had again been interrupted, and Miss
I 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 we're stu lugu-
brious with the effort of recent
mourning. Her question elici ed 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 nearing
completion, but it lad been agreed
that the girl herself was not to have
a peep at the canvas until the painter
was ready to Unyeil it in a finished
condition. Often, as she posed, Will
fred Horton idled in the studio with
them. and often George Lescott came
to criticize, and left without criticiz-
/ ing. The girl was impatient for the
day when she, too, was to see the pic
/ ture concerning which the three men
maintained so profound a secrecy. She
knew that Samson was a painter who
analysed with his brush, and that his
picture would show her not only fea-
lures and expression, but the mans
estimate Of herself
DO you know" he said one day,
coming out from behind his easel and
studying her through half-closed eyes.
u never really began to know you I'M
/ til now? Analysing you-studying you
in this fashion, not by your words, but
/ by your expression, your pose, the
very unconscious essence of your per-
+ sonality-these things are illuminat-
/ ing"
Although I am not painting you"
she said with a smile, Il have been
studying you. too, AS you stand there
/ before your canvas your own person
/ atty is revealed-and I have not been
entirely unobservant myself"
And under the E-ray scrutiny OF
this profoand analysis he said with
/ a laugh, do you like me?"
wait and see she retorted.
AT all events he spoke gravely-
you must try to like me a little. be-
/ cause | am not what l was The per
/ son that ! am is largely the creature
Of your own fashioning. OF course
you had very raw material to work
with, and you can't make a silk purse
of'-he broke OF and smiled-"well