Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1917-08-11
THAT IDEAL. FACE
By C. B. LEWIS. !

, could make pictures un the school house walls and sidewalks. He might never have amounted to much as an artist if his grandmother hadn't en- courascd him. He made a sketch of , her when fifteen years old. and it was so lifelike and it so pleased her that when she died q few years later she {, left him a legacy of $tOOOO and a request that he Use part of the money 1 to make himself famous with the i brush.
 Young Mir. Temple started out in great earncstnosS to become a portrait painter. He attended classes he took 1 lessons of different teachers: he at tended academies of aff. They openly found fault with his drawings and col- DTS, and famous painter told him that he didn't know eiough about art to paint a cows leg. He finally set up a studio and branched out for him. self. He secured a few patrons, but they never returned second time nor spoke well of his abilities. They got their portraits framed and hung them in the woodshed or some other safe place.
 Young Mir. Temple felt that he had great career before him. All that was needed was to paint one great picture. What he wanted was to find an ideal face of 8 female. of course, and then paint rose alongside of it and call it "The June Rose" He rode and ] 1l,n nd ;,, J,o aft ways staring about him for that ideal face. He could find the rose alright, but when it came to the face he had lots of trouble. It seemed to him that nature made no perfect faces, and it must be a perfect face or the picture would not bring him fame.
 Patience and perseverance will al- ways win. One day, as Mir. Temple was buying some cheese and crackers in a delicatessen store to make his studio lunch on, the long -sought-for face entered the place. He realized in moment that he stood on the threshold of fame. He scanned the face for an imperfection, but found none. He went out and stood by the door while the young woman made some purchases. When she came out he followed her five blocks to what seemed a rooming house. After she had passed in he handed tie ianitor a quarter and asked her name. The jan itor told him, and that evening he came back and managed to secure an interview with her.
 When the artist had got out about all he wanted to say the young lady | replied that she would think it over. Just now she had a can of beans warming over gas jet, and she was | afraid they might burn. Great heav- ens-beans and beauty The artist seized his hat and made his escape. His artistic soul was mortified. He went to his studio in the blacllest de- spair, and he did not recover for three days. Then he said to himself:
 "The idea of beautiful creature like that eating beans warmed up in 1 the can! She probably scooped them out with spoon and beans were prob- ably all she had that night for dinner. Do beans and beauty go together? Never! Hold on, though. Will the public ever know that she was beam eater? Can't young lady, even if she be good-looking, eat what she pleases for dinner? If she prefers can of beans in her own room to champagne supper at some high-toned restaurant, should that be laid up against her?'
 In week. Mir. Temples artistic soul had recovered from the jolt, and he re- turned to the beautiful face. He was welcomed with smile, and this time the young woman said:
 "I must eat when l can, as am en- ployed and am very busy. Won't you sit down with me and have some saul sages and sauerlraut and few crackers? Sorry can't make better spread, but you are very welcome to what l have."
 The artist then sprang up to go. He intended to make a mad rush down. stairs, but he changed his mind, and that dinner tasted good to him. The young lady's face looked even hand- somer as she bit her slice of sausage than it did when at rest. When he went away, he was half convinced that one could be spirituelle and yet have good appetite for sausage and sauer- kraut.
 Mir. Temple paid three or four more calls before he began sketching that ideal face. He was no longer mortified. He finally got that face on the canvas, but it required many trips to the rooming house, and he generally found beans or sausages awaiting him. The charming young lady was the first to see her portrait. She kindly told Mr. Temple that he was fooling away his time. There was work for him in this world, but it was not work at portrait painting. He had best change his oc- c,potiop hafora hp grew any older,