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His words rang exultantly

"Anybody with eyes kin see," deprecated Saers on

his jeans trousers

"You think so? To the seer who reads the passing shapes in a globe of

crystal, it's plain enough To any other eye, there is nothing there

but transparency" Lescott halted, conscious that he was falling into

metaphor which his companion could not understand, then ress, Saot what led a

lifetime for, and failed I'd like to have you study with me I'd like

to be your discoverer Look here"

The painter sat down, and speedily went to work He painted out

nothing He siht touch here and

there, softened the crudeness, laid stress on the contrast, melted the

harshness, and, when he rose, he had built, upon the rough cornerstone

of Sa, a picture

"That proves it," he said "I had only to finish I didn't have to

undo Boy, you're wasting yourself Come with me, and let , in these days, as sheer genius;

but, deep doe know that, unless there is, there can be no such

thing as true art There is genius and you have it" Enthusias him into an unintended outburst

The boy stood silent Across his countenance swept a conflict of

e counsel with the hills

"It's what I'ive half my life fer I mout sell my land, an' raise the money

I reckon hit would take passels of money, wouldn't hit?" He paused, and

his eyes fell on the rifle leaning against the tree His lips tightened

in sudden reun, and, as he