CHAPTER XIII 



LAND OF ETERNAL SNOW 



STARTED FOR THE WEST ENGLISH TOURISTS OUR CONTEMPO- 

 RARY ANCESTORS LOOKING FOR MY MODEL'S NAME ON A 

 TRUNK SHE MOVED IN THE HIGHEST OF CIRCLES THE 

 WHISTLING MARMOT TOWERING FLOWER GARDENS LAND 

 OF ETERNAL SNOW ICE HUNDREDS OF YEARS OLD ABOVE 

 THE CLOUDS A FAINT BABY CRY DEATH IN A ZOOLOGICAL 

 GARDEN. 



It is very difficult to secure a model who ac- 

 cords with the artist's ideal and almost impossible 

 if she must also be suited to the particular subject 

 the artist may have in view. Understanding this 

 the reader may imagine with what a keen sense of 

 joy I read a letter from Mr. Chester Fox, of Seat- 

 tle, a student of the Art Students' League, who at 

 the time was on his way to his home in Seattle to 

 spend the summer. Mr. Fox said that he had dis- 

 covered a model exactly suited to my needs. 



After that I lay awake nights thinking about her 

 and when slumber would at last claim me the beau- 

 tiful model haunted my dreams and as soon as I 

 could arrange my affairs I 



STARTED FOR THE WEST. 



Before long I found myself in the heart of the 



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