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In
the
great
patio
of
Casa
Morena
,
the
president
caused
to
be
stretched
a
huge
canvas
.
Under
this
White
set
up
his
temporary
studio
.
For
two
hours
each
day
the
great
man
sat
to
him
.
White
worked
faithfully
.
But
,
as
the
work
progressed
,
he
had
seasons
of
bitter
scorn
,
of
infinite
self-contempt
,
of
sullen
gloom
and
sardonic
gaiety
.
Keogh
,
with
the
patience
of
a
great
general
,
soothed
,
coaxed
,
argued
--
kept
him
at
the
picture
.
At
the
end
of
a
month
White
announced
that
the
picture
was
completed
--
Jupiter
,
Washington
,
angels
,
clouds
,
cannon
and
all
.
His
face
was
pale
and
his
mouth
drawn
straight
when
he
told
Keogh
.
He
said
the
president
was
much
pleased
with
it
.
It
was
to
be
hung
in
the
National
Gallery
of
Statesmen
and
Heroes
.
The
artist
had
been
requested
to
return
to
Casa
Morena
on
the
following
day
to
receive
payment
.
At
the
appointed
time
he
left
the
hotel
,
silent
under
his
friend
's
joyful
talk
of
their
success
.
An
hour
later
he
walked
into
the
room
where
Keogh
was
waiting
,
threw
his
hat
on
the
floor
,
and
sat
upon
the
table
.
"
Billy
,
"
he
said
,
in
strained
and
labouring
tones
,
"
I
've
a
little
money
out
West
in
a
small
business
that
my
brother
is
running
.
It
's
what
I
've
been
living
on
while
I
've
been
studying
art
.
I
'll
draw
out
my
share
and
pay
you
back
what
you
've
lost
on
this
scheme
.
"
"
Lost
!
"
exclaimed
Keogh
,
jumping
up
.
"
Did
n't
you
get
paid
for
the
picture
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
got
paid
,
"
said
White
.
"
But
just
now
there
is
n't
any
picture
,
and
there
is
n't
any
pay
.
If
you
care
to
hear
about
it
,
here
are
the
edifying
details
.
The
president
and
I
were
looking
at
the
painting
.
His
secretary
brought
a
bank
draft
on
New
York
for
ten
thousand
dollars
and
handed
it
to
me
.
The
moment
I
touched
it
I
went
wild
.
I
tore
it
into
little
pieces
and
threw
them
on
the
floor
.
A
workman
was
repainting
the
pillars
inside
the
patio
.
A
bucket
of
his
paint
happened
to
be
convenient
.
I
picked
up
his
brush
and
slapped
a
quart
of
blue
paint
all
over
that
ten-thousand-dollar
nightmare
.
I
bowed
,
and
walked
out
.
The
president
did
n't
move
or
speak
.
That
was
one
time
he
was
taken
by
surprise
.
It
's
tough
on
you
,
Billy
,
but
I
could
n't
help
it
.
"
There
seemed
to
be
excitement
in
Coralio
.
Outside
there
was
a
confused
,
rising
murmur
pierced
by
high-pitched
cries
.
"
Bajo
el
traidor
--
Muerte
el
traidor
!
"
were
the
words
they
seemed
to
form
.
"
Listen
to
that
!
"
exclaimed
White
,
bitterly
:
"
I
know
that
much
Spanish
.
They
're
shouting
,
'
Down
with
the
traitor
!
'
I
heard
them
before
.
I
felt
that
they
meant
me
.
I
was
a
traitor
to
Art
.
The
picture
had
to
go
.
"
