Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1930-09-26

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w on I'm no printer" Gennon
Starr enthused. gain" in happy won
der from his Stu,lio window down onto
the roof beneath. Hanging there. on n
short line between two venerable
chimneys, was rainbow of sheer silk
what-you-call-'e ya H..H
rhythm of color that awoke in
slant response in Stars heart, Glen
non Starr was fighting the good fight
against Encouragement. Two years
of conscientious, hard work and ped
ding his pictures about New York had
barely enabled him to eat with ren.
sonably regularity and pay rent for
his rIdlculously inadequate studio In
Greenwich village This morning he
had only three dollars to his name:
but he refused to capitulate to Fate.
There was always work to do and
Hope to hang II on. Only yesterday
an obscure advertising agency had In
formed him they would consider
silk underwear sketch. IF IL pleased
them, the check would be small. as
Starr was unknown and they could
not pay top prices: hut II would help
Here before his very eyes, was a
fetching idea. The old-fashioned roof.
with its curves, queer contours, and
pebbled floor; the line from chimney
to chimney strung with dainty gar
ments of enchanting silk. Glennon
kicked worn stool In front of the
window. seized his sketching pad. and
was at once absorbed In an outline.
But the personal touch? The arrest
ing influence that would reach from
the picture and call attention to the
copy? Why, a charming girl hang
ing out the sllken array OF course
All; but impossible Glennon. with
but three dollars in his pocket, could
hardly afford professional model.
AS if In direct answer to his yearn.
ing for model, the little hooded roof
door below Glennon opened and the
ideal girl of his Imagination came out
carrying several more silk garments
over her arm. Reaching up to the
line, she struck naturally the exact
pose the artist had already outlined In
his rough sketch. Glennon could not
believe his eyes. He raced away at
the rough sketch, feverlshly eager not
to miss this golden opportunity.
II seemed scarcely more than two
or three minutes before this vision
had finished her task and was ap
preaching the door again Glennon
could not restrain himself lie leaned
far out of his window with jolly
smile, and called down:
"Oh, please! Won't you remain that
way, with your arms up, for just five
minutes more? I'm doing a silk under
wear ad on approval please.
pretty. peaseT" Pleading notes in his
voice
"Glad to-" called the girl, and the
friendly, pleasant w"y In, which Il was
spoken made Glennon desire TO know
her. Here was some one with under.
standing.
Working rapidly, the Wish grew In
Glennon to have the girl pose for him
In the studio for even so little as half
an hour that afternoon so he could
paint in those sure and delicate
strokes OF character In face and figure
which can only be achieved with
model lie decided on holiness
THANK yOu-ever so muchW he
called. my names Glennon Starr.
This picture means LOT to me. VIII
you do something for me7 Come to
my studio and pose for half an hour
fifteen minutes even-sometIme this
afternoon? | need you-er," he hesl.
tated In sudden embarrassment. really
| do. Won't you please help ME out2@
yes Between FIVE and five
thirty"
Glennon waived lunch, so keen was
he TO have the canvas ready for put
ting in the figure at five. The girl ar.
rived on the dot. Glennon had rugged
line Of string across the studio
This girl might have been profes
slOnal model. so thoroughly did she
comprehend the art Of posing Al
rest moments she stood before the pic.
true and made quiet criticisms
"Therep spoke Gennon. 'I'll bet
that goes over"
TITS better than you realize" said
the girl, regarding the picture through
half-closed eyes.
This praise was sweet to him. lie
hated the thought OF this girl stepping
out OF his life now. suddenly, ns she
had stepped in She was the real com.
panlOn sort Perhaps some
time when he succeeded Who
knew? Again he ventured:
won't you come round 10 the little
rOtlsserle and have a bite with me
now? rs nearly six"
IRA love to-" acqulescence But
you haven't even asked my name. I'm
Shirley Ward. want you 10 bring
that picture so soon ns It's finished to
me AZ Graham TrumbuIs' I'm art
editor there, can use It as the Hrsf
Of the series OF six paintings for Lus
tre-Sheen silks. The six will bring
yOu fifteen hundred dollars, and wen
hnve lots more work for you You're
good md Pm always hunting fresh
talent. Now then" her lips curled
adornbly lets forget business and
learn 10 be friends n you'l come
over to my studio I've some friends
there now-we'll all pitch in aud baye
chops and canned peas; great big
salad, and D."
Glennons face was map Of ecstasy
and wonder lie seized his hat and
clutchcd the Visions arm
"Lets hurry; before | wnke up"
he said Their quick footsteps and
Joyous laughter echoed brightly ali
down the dim spiral stairs Of the old
studio huildin.