The Washington times., 1934-12-29
JIED---A Struggle of Hearts, Riches and Romance

for jules main chance and her
perseverance never wavered. Here
was q heaven.sent opportunity to
get him on the rebound from
Sharlene's heartleSsness. Already
she dramatized herself as Mrs.
Stuart Pennington, the wife of the
noted artist. For she believed
that Stuart would reach the ton
of the heap. Lucien Morrow had
convinced her that "the sky was
the limit for Stuart Pennington,
once he got his break Besides,
she loved him, more than any.
body who had ever come into her
Consolation
She was reused when Stuart got
UP to select a book from the
shelves. Returning, he settled
himself to read. Julie was aston.
ished to see that he had the Bible.
Now and again she glanced at
Stuart'S absorbed face. 1t looked
less like a mask. The color was
coming back. What could the
Bible say to make a man feel bet
ter about losing his love'
Presently he Sprang to his feet
and began pacing UP and down.
His eyes were big and dark. She
heard him muttering:
1.-THE full soul loathes an honey
comb-but to the hungry soul
every bitter thing is sweet. -"
That sounded like something
from the Bible, all right, Julie
thought. But what consolation
was there in that?
ITO the hungry soul-every Bit
ter thing is sweet" he chanted
aloud, exultation in his voice. He
set UP a clean canvas on his
easel, and stared at it a long
time, his blue eyes narrowed in
intense thought.
He's thinking about a new
picture, "for crying out loud"
thought Julie. She was relieved,
but also she felt cheated. If he
was going to get his consolation
in work-where did she come in1
Or maybe she'd guessed wrong.
Maybe it was new picture that
had been aching him all the
time!
But the next morning when
she picked UP the Examiner" at
the foot of the hill, she found
that it had been Sharlene Stand.
ring after all. The newspaper
carried a front page announce
ment Of her engagement to Ken
Dameren Of New York. There
were pictures, and a story full
of charming incidents of Shra-
lenes life. Her mother had been
interviewed, as the lovers had
taken refuge in the sky in two
fast little airplanes where the
reporters could not follow.
Julie, avidly ticipatin g
Stuart's reaction, brought the
paper into the studio and handed
it to him silently, pictures upper.
most. He was already at his
easel and tossed the paper down
without glanCing at it.
The model bit her lip with
disappointment. then studied him
speeulatively. He knew-but he
didn't want to talk about it. All
right; she'd take her cue from
that.
Stuart was still hard at his
painting later in the day when
Luclen Morrow came up, bringing
Abe Foreman with him. The
latter was a picture dealer-a
hard-headed, opinionated, little
who knew his market. He could
sell striking. colorful things to
the movie talent who then had
ready cash to burn. That is, II
the pictures had an unusual
theme, a mood. These movie peo-
pie were restless rnodernists.
They like strange, Puckish things.
They loved terrific contrasts,
drama, a sweep of movement and
broad splurges of color.
This fellow Penningtor's pic
lures, now, always had drama.
You didn't sense his meaning at
first glance. It grew on you
gradually. Finally you'd buy
it.
You've still got that DEATH
Mr.. Pennington. which was in
the Stendahl exhibit"
Bright Prospects
Stuart produced the small can
vas and set it in a good light.
Abe Foreman suuinted at 1t
silently for some minutes
HIN. I think I have buyer.
He liked it at the gallery. says
he can't get it out of his mind
since. I'll try to get five hun
dred dollars for it. Small can.
vas-no name. All right with
you?"
Stuart nodded and began to
wrap the picture in a piece OF
paper.
"A little publicity about this
one-and the next one will bring
more. I'm going to build YOU
up"
The art dealer looked about
the studio. He came to the just
finished Sun Through Clouds"
and was lost in CONTEMPLATION.
Lucien Morrow watched him
with a faint, proprietary smile.
This the one YOU told me