The Philistines Part 35
You’re reading novel The Philistines Part 35 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
He stooped and kissed her, and went to his chamber. He closed the door and began to recite with exaggerated gestures a fragment from _Macbeth_. The varied emotions of the evening had set every nerve quivering. He was so excited that he was not even despondent over the collapse of Princeton Platinum stock, although this meant to him desperate financial straits. He knew that he was in no condition to consider anything calmly; but half the remainder of the night he tossed upon a sleepless bed, reacting the scene at the club, reflecting upon his narrow escape from the discovery of his relations with Ninitta, resolving to begin her portrait at once, and thinking a thousand confused things which made his brain seem to him filled with whirling ma.s.ses of fiery thought-clouds.
It was really only just before the church bells began to ring that he fell asleep at last, to dreams hardly less vivid than his waking reflections.
XXIX
CRUEL PROOF OF THIS MAN'S STRENGTH.
As You Like It; i.--2.
Orin Stanton had been tolerably sure of getting the commission for the _America_, and had been busily at work preparing his model for the figure. By the time the decision of the committee was reached, his study was practically complete, and only a day or two after he had been officially notified that the choice had fallen upon him the public were invited to his studio to view the statue.
Whatever else Orin might or might not be, he was undeniably energetic.
He missed no opportunities through neglect, and he never left undone anything which was likely to tell for his own advantage. He had once before called upon the world to admire his work on the completion of his masterpiece, a figure called _Hop Scotch_, representing according to Bently "a tenement-house girl having a fit on the sidewalk." He therefore understood well enough the usual methods of managing these affairs, and as the ladies who had taken him up felt bound to make a point of patronizing the exhibition, the affair succeeded capitally.
Stanton had no regular studio in Boston, and had for this work secured a room on the ground floor of a business building. The light, to be sure, was not all that might have been desired, but it was abundant, window screens were cheap and the sculptor not over sensitive to subtile gradations of values. He made no attempt to decorate the room for his exhibition, partly from a certain indifference to its bareness, and partly from a native shrewdness which enabled him to feel both the difficulty of doing this adequately, and the fact that the statue appeared better as things were. There were a few benches, scantily cus.h.i.+oned, two or three chairs, not all in perfect repair, with the paraphernalia essential to his work. A few sketches in crayon and pencil were pinned to the wall, and among them the artist had had the fatuity to pin up a photograph of that most beautiful figure, the _Winged Victory_ of Paionios.
The study for _America_, which was of colossal size, represented a woman seated, leaning her left hand upon a rock. The right hand held slightly uplifted a bunch of maize and tobacco plant; her head wore a crown in which the architectural embattlements not uncommon in cla.s.sic headdresses had been curiously and wonderfully transformed into the likeness of the domed capitol at Was.h.i.+ngton. The figure was completely draped, only the head, the left hand and the right arm to the elbow emerging from the voluminous folds in which it was wrapped, save that the tip of one sandalled foot was visible, resting upon a ballot box.
Half covered by the hem of the robe were seen a tomahawk, an axe, a printer's stick, a calumet, and various other emblems of American life, civilized and barbarous.
A secret which Stanton did not impart to the public and which, with a boldness allied to impudence, he trusted to their never discovering, was the fact that his figure had been stolen bodily from an antique.
There exists in the museum of the Vatican a statuette representing a work by Eutychides of Sikyon. Bas-reliefs of the same figure exist also on certain coins of Antioch still extant. The figure represented the city G.o.ddess _Tyche_ resting her foot upon the shoulder of the river G.o.d _Orontes_, who seems to swim from beneath the rock upon which she is seated. Stanton had a sketch of the statuette which he had made in Rome, and from this he had modelled his _America_, replacing the G.o.d _Orontes_ by a ballot-box, changing the accessories and adding as many symbolical articles as he could crowd around the feet. He was not wholly untroubled by an inward dread lest the source of his inspiration should be discovered; but when he had been complimented by Peter Calvin upon the marked originality of the design, he threw his fear to the winds and delivered himself up to the enjoyment of receiving the praises of his visitors.
There was a strange mixture of people present. Stanton had invited the artists, members of the press, and all the people that he knew, whether they knew him or not. Mrs. Frostwinch was there, Mrs. Staggchase, Elsie Dimmont, and Ethel Mott; and although Mrs. Bodewin Ranger was not actually present, she in a manner lent her countenance by sending her carriage to the door to call for one of her friends. Fred Rangely was present, talking in a satirical undertone to Miss Merrivale and viewing the statue with a wicked look in his eye which boded little good to the sculptor. Melissa Blake was there, rather overpowered by the crowd and clinging tightly to the arm of her companion, a girl whose acquaintance she had made in her boarding-house, and who was much given to an affectation of profound culture as represented by attendance upon stereopticon lectures and the exhibitions of the local art clubs.
"Oh, I should think," this young lady said to Melissa, in a simpering rapture, "you'd be just too proud for anything, to know Mr. Stanton. It must be too lovely to know a real sculptor."
"I don't know him so very well," returned the conscientious Melissa.
"But you really know him," persisted the other, "and he's been to call on you. Isn't it funny how some men can make things just out of their heads without anything to go by?"
Rangely, who was standing close by, caught the remark and secretly made a grimace for the benefit of Miss Merrivale.
"That," said he in her ear, "is genuine Boston culture."
She laughed softly, not in the least knowing what to say. The statue meant nothing whatever to her, and had the original of Eutychides been placed by its side she would have been unable to understand that in copying it Stanton had transformed its dignity into clumsiness, its grace into vulgarity. Had she been at home in New York, she would have said frankly that she neither knew nor cared anything about the _America_; being in Boston, she had a superst.i.tious feeling that such frankness would be ill-judged, and she therefore contented herself with non-committal laughter.
"How do you do, Miss Merrivale?" at this moment said a cheery voice close by her.
She looked up to see the merry eyes and corn-colored beard of Chauncy Wilson.
"I say, Fred," went on the doctor, confidentially, "don't you think this thing is beastly rubbish? It looks like an old grandmother wrapped up in her bedclothes. And what has she got that toy village on her head for?"
"Oh, Doctor Wilson!" exclaimed Miss Merrivale, in a manner that might mean reproval or amus.e.m.e.nt.
Miss Frances was having a very good time. Although Mrs. Staggchase had been throwing her guest and Rangely together for motives of her own, the result to Miss Merrivale had been as pleasing as if her hostess had been purely disinterested. It is true, the time for her return to New York drew near, but visions of the pleasure of imparting to her family and friends the news of her engagement to the brilliant young novelist did much to alleviate her regret at departing from Boston. She had a pleasant consciousness that afternoon, of sharing in the attention which Rangely received in public nowadays, especially since his novel had been violently attacked in the _London Spectator_ and defended in the _Sat.u.r.day Review_. She noted the glances that were cast at him, receiving their homage with a certain secret feeling of having a share in it.
But bliss in this world is always transient, and at her happiest moment Miss Merrivale looked up to perceive Mrs. Amanda Welsh Sampson bearing down upon her. Mrs. Sampson was accompanied by the Hon. Tom Greenfield, who both felt and looked utterly out of place; and who was dragged along in the wake of his companion quite as much by his unwillingness to be left to his own devices in a crowd of strangers, as by any particular desire to follow her.
"My dear Frances," the widow said effusively, kissing Miss Merrivale on both cheeks. "I am _so_ glad to see you. Really it is perfectly cruel that you haven't been to see me. But then, I know," she ran on without giving the other time to speak, "how busy you've been. I've seen your name in the _Gossip_, and you've been everywhere."
"Yes, I have," returned Miss Merrivale, catching rather awkwardly at the excuse supplied to her.
Chauncy Wilson laughed significantly. He never felt it necessary to treat the widow with any especial respect.
"Mrs. Sampson pa.s.ses the whole of Sunday forenoon committing the society columns of the _Gossip_ to memory, and wis.h.i.+ng her name was there," he chuckled, with a jocoseness which seemed to that lady extremely ill-timed.
But she kept her temper beautifully, long years of social struggle having taught her at least this art of self-restraint.
"Dr. Wilson is nothing if not satirical," she returned, with a conventional smile.
It would not have been displeasing to Miss Merrivale had the floor at that particular instant opened and engulfed her former hostess. It needs unusual breadth of mind to forgive those toward whom we have been discourteous. On the other side of the statue, Frances saw Mrs.
Staggchase watching the encounter with a sort of quiet amus.e.m.e.nt. It flashed across her mind that if she were to become Mrs. Rangely, and live in Boston, it would be necessary to drop Mrs. Sampson from her calling list, and the reflection instantly followed that the sooner the process of breaking the acquaintance were begun the better. Her face insensibly, hardened a little.
"Of course," she said, "one can't help being put into the _Gossip_, but I should never think of reading it."
Mrs. Sampson understood that this was a snub, and her cheek flushed.
Wilson laughed maliciously.
"Oh, everybody reads the _Gossip_," Rangely interposed, good-naturedly coming to the rescue; "although it's to the credit of humanity that everybody has the grace to be ashamed of it."
There was a bustle and stir in the crowd as Tom Bently pushed his way up to the group.
"By Jove, Rangely," he said, "have you got on to that statue? Do you know what it's cribbed from?"
"No," returned Fred; "is it from anything in particular? I supposed it was just a general steal from the antique, and Stanton appropriates only to destroy."
"I don't know what it is," was Bently's reply, "but I know there's a cut of it in a book I've got at the studio."
Rangely's eyes flashed.
"Good," said he, "I'll come round to-night and we'll look it up. I'm going to do a notice of the _America_ for the _Observer_."
The two exchanged significant glances, laughing inwardly at the discomfiture of the unfortunate sculptor.
"But don't you admire the figure?" asked Mrs. Sampson, eagerly seizing an opportunity to get into the conversation.
"It's the kind of thing I should have liked when I was young," Bently returned. "I was taught to like that sort of thing; but all the preliminary rubbish that was plastered on to me when I was a youngster, I have shed as a snake sheds its skin."
The movement in the crowd gave Miss Merrivale an excuse for changing her position; and she improved the opportunity to turn away from the widow until the latter could see little except her back. Mrs. Sampson flushed angrily, but she covered her discomfiture, as well as she was able, by turning her attention to the statue, and descanting upon its beauties to Greenfield.
"How exquisitely dignified the drapery is," she remarked, "and so beautifully modest."
"Big thing, ain't it," said the strident voice of Irons, close to her ear. "I think we've hit something good this time. I'm really obliged to you, Greenfield, for putting me up to vote for Stanton. I like a statue with some meaning to it. Now just look at the significance of all those emblems of American progress."
"Yes, it is very fine," admitted Greenfield, with a helpless air. "I'll work it into a speech, sometime," he added, his face brightening with the relief of having an idea; "there's the ballot-box at the bottom as a foundation, and you work up through all the industries till you get to the capitol, the centre of government, at the top."
"Hear! hear!" exclaimed the widow, clapping her hands very softly and prettily; "really you must speak at the unveiling of the statue."
The Philistines Part 35
You're reading novel The Philistines Part 35 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
The Philistines Part 35 summary
You're reading The Philistines Part 35. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: Arlo Bates already has 555 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- The Philistines Part 34
- The Philistines Part 36