The Last leaf ( Part Two )
Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was over sixty year old and had a long curling beard.He was a failure as an artist. For forty years be had been talking about painting his masterpiece,but he had never begun it. For years he had painted nothing, except now and then something for commercial advertising, He earned a little money by serving as a model for young artist in the colony who could not pay the price for a professional model. He drank too much gin and still talked about the masterpiece he was going to paint some day. But he was a brave little old man and regarded himself as a kind of protector of the two young artist who lived in the studio above him.
Sue found Behrman smelling strougly of gin in his dimly lighted studio. In one corner there was a blank canvas on an easel, that had been waiting for twenty five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him about Johnsy's silly idea regarding the last leaf.Sue said she feared that Johnsy, being as light and fragile as a leaf herself, really would die when the last leaf floated down from the vine. Old Behrman exclained with impatience are there people in the world who are foolish enough to think they will die just because a leaf falls from an old vine? I have never heard of such a thing. Why do you allow hgainaf still hanging there against the wall. And then, with the coming of night, the north wind began to blow again, while the rain continued to beat against the window and pour down from the roof.
When it was light enough the next morning Johnsy commanded. Sue to raise the window shade.
The leaf was still there!
Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue was making some chicken soup at the gas stove.
I've been a bad girl, Sue," said Johnsy " something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I've been it. But first hand me a mirror. If you'll put some pillows around me, I can sit up and watch you cook," An hour later Johnsy said," Sue , some day I'm going to paint a picture of the Bay of Naples.
The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue followed him out of the room as he left.
She has a fifty - fifty chance now of getting well," win the battle, I think , And now I must go see another sick person downstairs, His name is Behrman, He's some kind of artist. Pneumonia, too, He's old weak man , and the attack is very severe, There's no hope for him, but I'm sending him to the hospital today where he'll be more comfortable. The next day the doctor said to Sue, " She's out of danger now, Good food and good care that's all she needs now.
That afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay contentedly making some little sketches with a pencil. Sue put her arm around Johnsy, pillow and all.
Then Sue said," I have something to tell you, dear Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia today at the hospital.
Early in the morning, the day before yesterday, the janitor and his wife found Mr. Behrman in his room downstairs, helpless and in terrible pain. His clothes and shoes were wet and icy cold. They could not imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. Then they found a lantern still ligted and aadder that had been dragged from its place, and some brushes and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it. Look out the window, dear at the leaf on the brick wall. Didn't you wonder why it never moved when the wind blow? well, that's behrman's masterpiece he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell.
PART ONE CLICK HERE
When it was light enough the next morning Johnsy commanded. Sue to raise the window shade.
The leaf was still there!
Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue was making some chicken soup at the gas stove.
I've been a bad girl, Sue," said Johnsy " something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I've been it. But first hand me a mirror. If you'll put some pillows around me, I can sit up and watch you cook," An hour later Johnsy said," Sue , some day I'm going to paint a picture of the Bay of Naples.
The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue followed him out of the room as he left.
She has a fifty - fifty chance now of getting well," win the battle, I think , And now I must go see another sick person downstairs, His name is Behrman, He's some kind of artist. Pneumonia, too, He's old weak man , and the attack is very severe, There's no hope for him, but I'm sending him to the hospital today where he'll be more comfortable. The next day the doctor said to Sue, " She's out of danger now, Good food and good care that's all she needs now.
That afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay contentedly making some little sketches with a pencil. Sue put her arm around Johnsy, pillow and all.
Then Sue said," I have something to tell you, dear Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia today at the hospital.
Early in the morning, the day before yesterday, the janitor and his wife found Mr. Behrman in his room downstairs, helpless and in terrible pain. His clothes and shoes were wet and icy cold. They could not imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. Then they found a lantern still ligted and aadder that had been dragged from its place, and some brushes and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it. Look out the window, dear at the leaf on the brick wall. Didn't you wonder why it never moved when the wind blow? well, that's behrman's masterpiece he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell.
PART ONE CLICK HERE
