The Adventures of a Modest Man
re. The municipal authorities decorated the grass with tulips and later with geraniums. Later
res and elms the truncated towers of St. George's brood heavily; along the short, leafy reach of Rutherford Place an old-time Quaker meeting-house keeps gentle vigil; northward, aged man
when night lends to it her mystery. For at night the trees loom gigantic; lights sparkle over lawn and fountain; the illuminated dial of St. George's hangs y
oftener, as the summer grew
ghbour from across the corridor came slowly into the square
tempted from his parched loneliness to speak to her; but before he could bring himself t
she has never been civil enough to look at me yet-a
t him often, when unafraid tha
e returned from business, the radiance from his studio lamp streaming through the transom had for her all the
erland, indistinct in the golden lamplight, where only a detail here and there half revealed a figured tapestry or carved foliation-perhaps some soft miracle of ancient Eastern weaving on the floor, perhaps a mysterious marbl
ther's death, her coming here to live-and love. That also had happened. But she did not call i
m the gusty corridor was wider than interstellar voids; she had not even a thought that a miracle might bridge the infinite from her tiny world to his, which seemed to her so bright
fittingly surrounded his artist's life. She saw him always amid the tints and hues of ancient textiles, sometimes dreaming, sometimes achieving with fiery inspiration-b
s through his transom on those nights when his friends were gathered there-laughter and song-the incense of tobacco drifting into her own white
. And for days and nights afterward its recollection made life easier and pleasanter, a
ate, lacy stuffs to very fine ladies, who usually drew a surprised breath at her beaut
ing dreams she had scarcely ventured any acquaintance with him; in dreamland they were as yet only just aware of one another. He had lately-oh, breathless and audacious imagination of her
her. Yet the pleasure of going was not unmixed; for, as the day of her release drew nearer, she realized how, within the year, he had, in her dreams, insensibly become to her a part of her real life, and that she would miss him sorel
d-quite wonderful-indeed, all that the most
other, she looked forward to the real
seated herself on the same bench with him
understand in real life? Would he think she had meant to give him a chance to speak-horror of crimson dismay! Would he think her absurd
sly behind the counter; at night the heated pavements a
ed in a thinner gown, but it, also, was in black, in memory of her mother, and seemed to sere her body. The room grew
unendurable; and she rose at last, pinned on her
ned the scant bits of lawn to them. Men, women, children, lay half-naked on the grass, fig
ying-in Hospital, past the painted Virgin, then crossed Second Avenue, entered the gates again, and tur
glancing at the motionless, recumbent figures near by, then ventured to seat herself on the grass and lean b
e did not know when again
eam and reality and smiled at him; then sat up, rigid
e very distinctly-not even his first words, though his vo
peaking to you?"
he said
sing one thin hand across his eyes. Then, with a slight movemen
ght perhaps I might dare to speak to you to-night. My na
fraid. A curious peace seemed to possess her at the sound
s of masonry and iron, all a-glitter with tiny, lighted windows. Overhead a tarnished moon looked down into the vast trap where five million souls lay caught, gasping for air-he among th
to ask you one or tw
he answered,
to business
es
e another question which may sound impe
hed voice, as though a cleare
lary. I do not suppo
you?" she asked, so inno
from you whether you might care to tak
what you mean," she
t me begin a little farther back. I am a sc
" She even found cou
nfusion and surprise; then perplexi
r for me"-he hesitated-"or
it harder?
know-different-fro
uca
yes
iously in her new
it you wi
. I've pledged everything in my studio. A chance has come to me. It's onl
ed what he meant by a model. And he
ish me to sit for my
shington," he explained, "and they are to be called 'Soul' and 'Body.' Six
mained
-he stammered under her direct gaze, then went on; "I scarcely dared dream
poor?" she asked
resen
t," she said. "I t
-if you would help me.... I could win with you; I know it. And if I do win-with your aid
her eyes, sitting there very silent at the foot
fair-" he began again, bu
of that," she said
or
you ar
w; I wish I could offer you
t so low that he heard on
grass. When again she lifted t
t I should be your model for the-this
for
I? I work
rday afternoons, and all day Sunday.
ly tired breath.
went on eagerly-so eagerly that he forgot the contingency on which hun
misunderstand her. If she thought at all of the amazing possibility of such a fortune as he offered, she knew that she would not accept it fro
I could real
l." His voi
sure? If you are-I w
p buoyant,
ome into the studio a moment? I'll show you the
repared to comprehend what he required of her; he forgot that she could know nothing of a sculptor's ways an
sculptors?" he asked, keepi
aid shyly. "She stopped me in the street once and asked p
dy." He plunged into it more frankly: "You know, of course, that to becom
e said, u
ptor to produce the beautiful marbles you have seen-er-
er breast; she looked up at him, but he wa
ould not exactly estimate how much she d
same with us; our inspiration and originality must be founded on a solid study of the huma
-" she stopped,
a sculptor, you are as perfect and as beautiful a model a
she faltered, thrilli
eath came faster as he unlocked his door a
e magic world
t dyes glowed in the soft rugs under foot; the mellow light glimmered
aughingly; but his unsteady voice betrayed the tension to w
hese things, never f
It is too cruel to tak
ne troubled moment. Then the selfishness of the artis
won't you?" he aske
-I w
a pro
e said, w
without a living model." He was off, lighting a match as he hastened. A tapestry fell back into place
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