San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-03-18
BY SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
ILLUSTRATED BY II. S. BARBOUR

| Cyrus. getting his second wind "but
first Let me get the central idea in
YOUR mird. It's nature movement
u REIMBURSEMENT OF art TO nature. Al
| nature il green. Look about you.
! Here he paused for effect, which was
unfortunate.
"Quite So. agreed the reporter
The cable-car. for instance. and the
/ dollar bill. not to mention the crotOn
burg and the polar bear. But. par
don me. / interrupt the flow of your
eloquence.'
"You do" said Cyrus severely. SIN
animate nature | speak of. All in
inmate nature is green. But We poor
ieilow creatures have gotten away
trom the universal motheT-co,or We
must get back to it. We must learn
% think greenly. Bat first we must
learn TO see green!y. low shall we
ACCOMPLISH this? Pat green in our
eyes? impossible, unfortunately. But.
our noses-there is the solutions IL
direct proximity 10 the eye. the color.
properly applied. tints ones vision of
all things. Green shadows in p green
world" mooned Cyrus the Gaunt,
POLITICALLY. "As the bard puts it:
+" 'Annihilating al that's made
TO green thought in a green shade y
wait a minute" said the visitor.
and made a note on an envelope
back.
Accordingly, Miss Rarbran, the
daughter and heiress of millionaire
cattle owner in Wyoming there the
reporter made his second note). has
established this center where we meet
to renew and refresh our souls"
Good said the benevolent report
or. Fine. OF course it's all bunk
Bunk echoed Barbran and Phil
aghast. while Cyrus sat with his lank
jaw dropping
you don't see any of your favor
lite color in my eye. do you:" in
qIired the visitor pleasantly. Just
what you're putting over I don't
know. Some kind of new grease paint
perhaps. Don't tell me. It's good
enough. anyway. Ill fall for it. Its
worth maze story. OF course I'll
want some photographs of the mural
naintings. THEY'RE almost painfully
beautiful. What's wrong with
our young friend is he sick?" he add
cd. looking with establishment at Phil
Stacey who was exhibiting sub-nau
seous symptoms.
He painted EN-. explained Cyrus.
grinning.
"And he's sorry" supplemented
Barbran.
"Yes: wouldn't wonder. Well. l
won't give him away" said the kind
ly journalist. "Now. as TO the mem
bership OF your circle. = -
The Sunday "story' covered full
page. The "millionairess" feature was
played up conspicuously and repeated
ly. and the Illustrations did what
little the text failed to do. Il was a
"josh-story" from beginning to end.
"I'll kill that pious fraud of re-
porter" declared Phil.
"Now the place is ruined" mourn
ed Barbran.
swat and sec" advised the wiser
Cyrus.
Great is the power of publicity.
The Wrightery was swamped with Gus
tom on the Monday evening following
publication, and for the rest Of that
week and the succeeding week.
Il never was good at figures said
the transported Barbran to Phil Sta
cey at the. close of the month. "but
as near as | can make out. I've a
-. e ~. Ill
enty cents. My fortune is made. And
it's all due to you"
Had the Bonnie Lassie been able to
hold her painted retainers in line. the
owners golden prophecy might have
been made good. But they had other
matters on hand for their evenings
than sitting about in a dim cellar gaz-
ing cross-eyed at their own scandalous
noses. MacLachan was the first de-
lection. He said that he was going
crazy and he knew he was going blind.
The Little Red Doctor was unreliable
owing to the pressure of professional
calls. He complained with some JUS
tice that a green nose on a practicing
phys stefan tended to impair confidence
Then Leon Coventry went away, and
Boggs discovered Tor invented) an i'm
portant engagement with growing
family of clothesmoths in a Connect
cut country house. SO there remained
| only the faithful Phil. One swallow
does not make summer; nor does one
youth with a vernal proboscis convince
skeptical public that it is enjoying
the fearful companionship of sub
ycrsivc and revolutionary cult. Pa