The Monmouth inquirer., 1925-05-21

like whales that keep quiet till they
are ready to spout. Resolving TO be
ready for emergencies, tried to think
what speech would be appropriate to
any kind Of celebrity. when will
your next book be out?" was too
specialized. Then ! decided on.
What are you working on nowf~
That struck me as rather neat.
In front of the postof1ce noticed
man / had often seen In the city,
with no thought OF his being cele-
brity. put on tourist air and ask
ed. "How far is It to the Miseacn7"
About a mile-an easy walk"
Thank you What a charming
place this is for sketching. What are
you working on?"
THAT" and he pointed OF through
the trees. "1'm shingling Professor
Whites new cottage. That's Professor
White building the fence"
Professor White, whose fame Is In
ternational because he came nearer
to net seeing the comet than any
other astronomer on the continentl
If / had made one blunder, had seen
one celebrity thereby. I looked over
the registers Of the two hotels. Co
lebrities / found there, some real.
some merely mercerl2ed. but no
Woodrow Wardham. The postofdce
clerk knew the rules and recited.
mo information may be given as to
those who receive MALL"
1--WE have neither sold ma rented
to w Wardham," said the clerk In
the real estate office. To tell the.
truth, / did not want to find him by
these-every-day methods, An Imitator
reporter would have used such tactics
went back to the real estate office,
however, and asked. Are not there
some noted people in this town."
The clerk spoke as one would
speak Of raisins at Fresno or prunes
in the Santa Clara Valley: "Quanti-
ties of them. There are Lapham
Wright and Mrs. Augusta Lloyd. the
novelists, and Sargent West, the
painter, and ever so many more"
~Ts Mr.. Woodrow Wardham here?"
very likely. / never heard OF him.
though"
l wandered to the beach and stared
at the little lines Of white that make
the Bay of Monterey appear like
large blueprint. II we're not q re-
porter with leaning toward detective
work, / would be a painter. The
beach was somewhat deserted, but
sheltered by q sand-dune right In
front of me sat q painter. hard at
work A battered paint-box lay at the
foot OF easel. 1t IL only the novices.
they say, who have new paint-boxes.
Was not quite tourist-like In pausing
to look at his work?
"It's shockingly hard to get that
purple light" he explained. almost
as if talking to himself Il want that
reflection" and he went on with
technical phrases about composition
and texture.
"The sand-dunes by the sea we're
made for artists" said with enthusi-
Rsm.
YES, this has been the ideal place
to paint or to write till those scandal
Gus newspapers dragged US into their
columns Here we are Just normal
people who should neither be pitied
nor blamed because we write or paint.
All the world are painters or poets,
don't you know, only fortunately. 1t
may be, the publishers and picture
buyers have not found 1t out. It's a
pity that the newspapers should
thrust vulgar notoriety upon US"
Two groups of khaki-clad women
passed; there was the chatter Of sew
eral small girls, and child's voice
shouted joyously. murmured sent
ence of panied acquiescence to his
complaint, and followed the child's
voice
He's all in. He's all in" he cried
in uproarous Joy Watch him volley-
cano out" He waved his plump arms
over a palpitating patch of khaki,
lightly covered with sand that heaved
moment, and then with a splurge
there came forth a large man with his
khaki coat drawn over his head. It
was like Woodrow Wardham to speak
as If the Bronton reception were yes
terday. He adjusted his coat as he
asked: Are you here to write or to
paint or to persecute?" and he held
out his hand
"The Emulator told me to dig up"
'And Rodney-boy dug me up for
you. Have you been to the house.
My wife's mother owns cottage
here, and shall build next year IL
the place doesn't get too much into
public notice. Raines will want to
meet you--you may know hia
pictures" Indeed did. though had
not recognized his half-finished work.
"Raines is especially fond OF report
ers.D A moment after he presented
the artist, who came In response to his
signal. And Raines is Wardham's
brother-in-law; didn't know that
before.
got a wonder Of an article with
snaphots Of the big pine under which
Wardham writes: at least he says he