NOT ARTISTIC.
The artist was painting—sunstt, red, with blue streak* and green dots. The old rustic, at a respectful distance, was watching. " Ah," said the artist, looking up suddenly, " perhaps to you, too, Nature has opened her sky-pictures page by page? Have you seen the lambent flame of dawn leaping across the vivid east; the red-stained, sulphurous islets floating in the lake of fire in the west; the ragged clouds at midnight, black as a raven's wing, blotting out, the shuddering moon ? " • "No," replied the rustic shortly; "not since I signed the pledge."
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Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 6, 8 January 1916, Page 16
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93NOT ARTISTIC. Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 6, 8 January 1916, Page 16
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