The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-03-19

ned 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 Dor.
traits pay the way. And" she added.
since am very vain and moderately
rich. 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
'"aked. and he knew that his useful
ness was ended and that well-lined
NOcketbooks would no longer open to
his profigate demands
Sally had started to school. She
not announced that she meant to
so, but each day lie lpie OF Misery
saw her old sorrol mare making its
way to and from the general direction
of ST bor2 colInee, and they smiled.
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iris n short sEt~s md the little
cir. were moro advao~sd than sbo
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&C ~ 81, of !. as was ,,as..,,sarv to cat
isl, lover VIZ. never come
AND ,er rs. "folca4.. teachers At
tha "cnlleae tbou.,, zar IN most
yorac. jsIy ambitions nil thew nad
ever had 81 grear sv did she toll
and -.- ~ renaTkaA|v acnnisftive
so he .ea~n n.ft her studies
hac gain beer ;rtarrl cd, and Miss
Grover. her teacher, riding over one
dqv to find out whv ner prize scholar
had deserted, mel in he road an
emntv "ioIt wagon followed nv a
ragged cortega If mounted men and
women. whose faces we're still men.
brious with the effort of recent
mourning Her uNestion elected the
information that they we're returning
from the "buryin'" of the Widow Mil
Ter.
Towards the end of that wear Sam.
son undertook his portrait of Adri,
enne Iescott The work was nearing
completion but it had been agreed
that the girl herself was not to have
q Deen at the canvas until the PAINTER
was ready to unveil it in a finished
condition Often as she posed vii.
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 secrecy. She
knew that Samson was 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" ne said one day,
coming out from behind hts easel and
studying her, through half-closed eyes,
Il never really began to know you I'M
til now? Analysing you-studylng 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 lliumina1
Ing"
Although am not painting YOU
she said with SMILE, :! pave gseN
studying you, too, As you stand there
before your canvas your own person
atty is revealed-and | have not beer
entirely unobservant myself"
"And under the X-ray scrutiny o.
this profound analysis he said witt
a laugh, do you like me?"
"Wait and see," she retorted.
"At alI eventsn--he spoke grayely-
won must try to like me a little. be
carea am not what I was The per
con that ! am is largely the creature