The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1917-08-21
THAT IDEAL FACE
BY G. 3. LEWIS.

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Franklin Temple was young artist.
He had been an artist ever since he
could make pictures on the school
house walls and sidewalks. He might
never have amounted to much as an
artist if his grandmother hadn't en-
couraged him. He made sketch Of
her when fifteen years old, and it was
- lifelike and it so pleased her that
when she died few years later she
left him a legacy Of $4,000 and a
request that he use part of the money
20 make himself famous with the
brush.
Young Mr.. Temple started out In
great earnestness to become a portrait
painter. He attended classes; he took
lessons Of different teachers; he at
tended academies Of art. They openly
found fault with his drawings and col
ors, and famous painter told him
that he didn't know enough about art
to paint q cows leg. He finally set up
studio and branched out for him
self. He secured few patrons, but
they never returned second time nor
spoke well Of his abilities. They got
their portraits framed and hung them
In the wo0dshed or some other safe
place.
Young Mr.. Temple felt that he had q
great career before him. All that was
needed was to paint one great picture.
What he wanted was to find an ideal
face Of female, of course, and then
paint a rose alongside Of 1t and call
it 1.-THE June Rose" He rode and
walked miles and miles in the city, al.
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. 1t seemed to him that
nature made no perfect faces, and it
must be q perfect face or the picture
would not bring him fame.
Patience and perseverance will az
ways win. One day, as Mr.. 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 a 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 rooming house. After she
had passed in he handed the janitor
quarter and asked her name. The JAM
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 ne wanted to say, the young lady
replied that she would think it over.
Just now she had q can of beans
warming over a gas jet, and she was
afraid they might burn. Great heav-
and beauty. The artist
seized his hat and made his escape.
His artistic soul was Mortified. He
went to his studio in the blacklist de
spair, and he did not recover for three
days. Then he said TO himself:
'T-he idea Of a beautiful creature
like that eating beans warmed UP in
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 a
can Of beans in her own room to a
supper at some high-tcned
should that be laid up
against herr"
In a week, Mr.. 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:
II must eat when 1 can, as am en-
ployed and am very busy. Won't you
sit down with me and have some saul
sages and sauerkraut and q few
crackers? Sorry can't make a better
spread, but you are very welcome to
what 1 have |
The artist then sprang up to 60. He
Intended to make mad rush down.
stairs, but he changed his mind, and
hat dinner tasted good to him. The !
young lady's face looked even hand
;omer as she bit her slice Of sausage |
han it did when at rest. When he |
vent away, he was half convinced that
me could be spirituelle and yet have
good appetite for sausage and sauer-
lraut.
Mr.. Temple paid three or four more
.alls before he began sketching that
deal face. He was no longer Mortified.
lie finally got that face on the canvas,