Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-06-24
and the shape of an egg"

N# ~
Germain, Gregory. But you were
never Bohemian"
"In Paris all painters are Bohemian
till they become famous, =
He smiled as he said this, and the
smile showed his small, shapely teeth
below a slim arch Of mustache whose
ends pointed upward. Evening dress
became his tall, supple figure, the
white waistcoat making little creases
at the flexible waist. He had curly
and silky hair, cut short, that receded
at the temples, giving him the look
one sees in portraits Of Byroh, a look
from which the slim. yet rounded
throat and lean, sloping jaws by no
means ~sdetracted. His mother thought
him the most beautiful young man
in the world, and there were others
who shared her admiration, though
within limits decidedly more sane
But you would never live that sort
of life. Gregory; it isn't in you tt live
it. You would always be above it"
"And yet of it, he interrupted.
"Ah. that's my dream! Leisure to
paint a single 'pictuxe every three
years. and then tear the canvas in
shreds If l.. didn't absolutely approve
it; leisure. to. talk of art more than !
created in 1t, and to read of it more
than l talked about it; leisure to be
}at once a patron of it and yet q
reverent pupil; leisure to despise its
~traficking side and yet to, aid and en-
courage its worthy ,d%evotees. Two or
three masterpieces would be, all I
should yer dream of achieving; yet
the amiable years. of which these
would be productive I should pack
with the rarest experiences life can
afford"
This n.onolosue entranced his
mother. But she pretended to- fault
it, and tapped him sharply on the
shoulder. !.
I'm afraid your leisure is only a
pretty and egoistic' synonym for great
personal wealth."
II want great personal wealth." re-
torted Gregory, land I hope some
day to have it," He twirled himself
lightly round on his heels, with an
airy waving of both arms. And this
jaunty gyrations brought him in full
view Of his father, who stood outlined
against the dark hangings of a near
doorway.
Its time / told you straight out.
my young coxcomb,' said Rupert K.
Renshawe, with flinty sterness, thar
unless your. silly ways are much
mended you'll never get any great
personal wealth from me"
Gregory folded his arms. dropped
his head a little, and looked ixedly
at his mother.
Rupert" she fluttered. "the boy
had no idea you werepresent. OF
course he didn't mean"
/, Gregory. He nov looked fxedly at
his father, though not in the leasr
mildly y +,
With his fathershe had undergone
hot duarrels In the past. Blows OF.
one side had been threatened II not
actually given. There.was once i
really terrible K scene,5 and 1T had
taught them both the better wisdom
of. self-control. though Gresory's ma.
tive share Of this quality, far exceed
ing his fathers. had saved the situa-
ton from lurid and tragic results:
Renslawe snawed his lips. &"Oh.
I don't doubt II, SIR But some day
you'll be sorry 49,
Tim sorry now" saidssIGregofy,
thinking coolly what an simple but
majestic person hts father appeared,
and how we'll Sargent or Bonnat
could touch him up in a portrait,
deity tailpred like this, with his gray
high. curved nose. I'm sorry that
you should, seldom meet me without
some. rude jibe n vexfng bit Of
abuse" ~
"You alluded to Il my death, SIR,
when YOU raid that you expected one
day to have great personal wealth."
mot ct ALL acontradicted Gregory.
"Thereyare otherssWAys Of getting It."
YOU mean marriage, I suppose"