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Of Wicked Things
Not the Good Guy
Kyra Nyx
with Bree Weeks
This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever
without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief
quotations for a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products
of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or
locales or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
About The Author
Not the Good Guys
Chapter One
Ava
The woman at the bar that fateful night looked lost and
uncomfortable with her surroundings. I first thought she was drunk,
but then I noticed her trying to avoid some guys who were harassing
her. They should’ve scared me, but stupid, reckless people aren’t
usually scared when they should be. Even after the guys left, she
looked shaken. I tried striking up a conversation, but because her
eyes were empty, I knew it was fruitless. I’d seen similar eyes
looking back at me in the mirror far too many times.
She had a few drinks after they left, which made me worry
more. When she left, I didn’t see the harm in following her. I
thought she was too impaired to get home safely and may need
help. I wasn’t trying to get involved in something nefarious, but
found myself in the middle of some heavy shit.
She was dead. I was sure of it. No one could survive losing the
amount of blood pooling around her head. I'd only seen that much
blood one other time in my life, and that person most certainly did
not survive. Panic filled my already overwhelmed mind as I
frantically scanned the parking lot for the killer. If he was still there
watching me, I could be next.
Over the next few days, every moment of that night played
slowly in my mind. On repeat. I wondered about her. Who was she?
Where was she from? Would someone miss her when she didn't
come home?
Her face was emblazoned in my memory. Shy. Beautiful. Long
blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Wearing little makeup, she didn’t
need it. Just your everyday girl next door. She looked out of place
with her loose-fitting summer sweater and blue jeans, in her
sensible shoes. Nothing like the other female patrons of the bar. No
short, tight dresses cut down to there. No tits and ass hanging out
or makeup so thick it could’ve been applied with a spatula. Just a
quiet, simple girl. Or at least that’s the image I'd created for her in
my mind. Maybe I was way off base. She could have been a secret
hell-raiser who got mixed up with the wrong people, and maybe
that’s what got her killed.
"Yeah well, don't let my wife find out about it or else I'll be
moving in here with you.” The grin on his face almost convinced me
that he wasn’t serious, though I knew better. “You know I couldn't
let the old place fall apart. We spent so many good times here. It
would’ve been a shame to let it fall to pieces, especially since I knew
you’d be back eventually."
"Well, I know you didn't do it for me, you did it for Grandma,
but I can still offer my thanks." I stood, walking circles around the
room, waves of memories flooding my brain. The midday sun
glinting off a shiny object in the backyard caught my attention as I
walked past the back door. Throwing it open, I grinned at seeing the
monkey bars my grandmother had installed so many years before. I
gave my cousin a surprised look, noticing one corner of his mouth
turned it up and a half grin. "I can't believe she kept that old thing."
"And I can't believe the city didn't make her tear it down. I
always suspected she baked cookies for someone on the zoning
board who allowed her to keep it, especially falling down the way it
is."
“Dude! Everything you had was seized when you were sent to
prison. Did you not know that?” He surveyed my face for the answer.
“Back off, Snake. We’re not here to mess with your family,”
Ray hissed.
“Then why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here and why
I shouldn’t kill you where you stand for coming into my home
uninvited.”
“All in good time, Snake. There's plenty of time for that. Don’t
you want to catch up first? You’ve been gone a while, and I’m sure
you want to know about a new alliance that's formed since you've
been gone.”
Jimmy's shrill laugh cut through the hot and humid afternoon air
like a knife. “Well, isn’t this precious! Get this, Ray. Not only does
Snake here get out of prison and think he’s going to change careers,
but he’s also become a sweet little housewife. Be sure you get those
dishes clean now, sweetheart, or your daddy will tan that ass for
you.”
With one quick flip of my wrist, I clipped his chin with the tip of
the knife. He flinched when I drew blood, but he was either too
stupid or too emboldened to back down. “I’m not going to ask you
again what you want.”
I lowered the knife and allowed him to assist Jimmy to the chair.
Because it wouldn’t have been well received for my parole officer to
find some random dead guy sprawled out on my kitchen floor if he
decided to make a surprise visit, I didn’t hit him hard enough to do
any real damage, but I grinned at the thought of him having trouble
talking or breathing for a few hours. “I’m gonna let that one slide,
because I’ve always liked you, Snake. You wanna know why we’re
here? Well, I’ll tell you. We’re here to give you the information you
need for your final job for us.”
“No. I’ve done my final job. I’m done. I’m starting a new life,
without you or anyone else” I turned my back on them and headed
back to the sink. Even if they tried to jump me from behind, I was
still quick enough to outmaneuver either of them.
“I’m afraid that’s not the case, my friend. Don’t you remember
that little favor you owe? You know, the Russian?” I stiffened, and I
didn't have to turn around to know a smug grin covered his face.
“Yeah, you remember. Well, it’s time to pay up. He’s helping me take
care of something, and that’s where you come in. One last thing you
have to do, and then you can call it quits.”
I was trapped, and I knew it. There was no way I was getting
out of doing one last job. Not if Yuri was involved. No fucking way. I
thought I was as tough as they come, but that guy, he scared the
shit out of me. One look from him, and people disappeared, and
they may never even find the bodies. “Fine,” I huffed, knowing it
may be the last thing I’d ever do. “What’s the job?”
Chapter Three
Ava
I noticed him right away, not because I was worried about having
been found, but because he was gorgeous. Hard edges, muscles for
days, short but sexy facial hair, dangerous look in his eyes. Definitely
my type. I hadn’t realized until then that I actually had a type, but
he fit the bill. I took one look at him and knew I was in trouble. He
was the type of guy that a girl knows she’ll either lose her heart to
him, or her life, either one.
I stepped back into the shadows when he walked in, because I
didn’t want him to see me right away. I stood back and watched him
survey the room, evidently looking for his prey for the night,
wondering if perhaps he was looking for me. Despite my best efforts
to stay hidden, he spotted me soon enough. The way he looked at
me did strange and wonderful things to my body. My nipples
instantly hardened, and I wondered how long my panties would stay
on by themselves. Once I realized it was no use to resist him, I
stepped closer to the bar and inched my way to him, perched like
the deadly hunter he was. The moment my eyes met his, all the air
left the room. My throat tightened and the moisture left my mouth. I
wondered if I’d be able to speak. We stared at each other for what
seemed like an eternity, every second of silence heavy with a
growing need I found impossible to ignore. The hungry eyes of a
predator stared back with a ferocity that unnerved me.
“Sure thing. We don’t get many requests for that, so give me just
a minute,” I smiled and pulled a dusty bottle from the shelf and gave
it a quick wipe with my bar cloth. I glanced into his eyes after I
poured and slid the glass to him, which he caught in one quick flick
of his wrist. The movement made me wonder what other wonderful
things those large hands might be able to do.
“I’m Ava. Haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new in
town or are you just passing through?”
Good Lord, the way he said my name made me feel naked and
exposed! The space between my legs was on fire. Something primal
rose inside me, something I hadn’t felt for a long time. His gaze on
my body made me feel alive again. I wanted him more than I’d ever
wanted anyone in my life. The intensity of my desire should’ve
thrown up red flags. I was normally much more in control of myself,
but there was no doubt about what I was feeling.
Her legs wrapped around his body and her arms tightened
around his neck. “I like you,” she purred. “What’s your name, baby?”
The plan when I entered the bar was to find the woman, follow her
home, take care of business, and then get my ass out of town
before anyone knew I’d been there. My plan changed as soon as I
saw Ava.
I was fairly certain she was the woman I was looking for, but
I had to be abso-fucking-lutely sure. The footage from the church
security camera was grainy, but you could make out the figure who
appeared on it. It was enough to make a pretty positive
identification, especially since she didn’t go to any lengths to
disguise herself. I wondered how those animals got their hands on
anything belonging to a church without immediately bursting into
flames.
The old Jake wouldn’t have minded getting a little pussy along
the way from Courtney. She was hot, and damn, she was willing, if
the lap dance she was trying to give me was any indication. But
after I locked eyes with Ava, hers was the only pussy I wanted. I
desperately looked around for another woman in the bar who could
possibly fit the bill, but none of them had the same curves as the
woman on the footage. Just Ava. Damn.
I ordered more drinks for Courtney, which had the added benefit
of ensuring Ava delivered them to our table, and I could enjoy the
view as she walked away. The longer it went on, the more confident
I became that she was the woman I’d been sent to find. I also knew
there was no way I could go through with it. The fire that passed
through our fingers when we touched was something I’d never
experienced before. Something I didn’t want to lose, no matter the
consequences.
For her part, Ava looked furious, slamming the drinks down on
the table whenever she could. I got the feeling she was just as
interested in me as I was in her, and she didn’t like Courtney
grinding on me any more than I did. Well, I did enjoy it a little. After
all, I hadn’t been out of prison long, though I’d gotten laid within
two hours of getting out. I still knew how to find a woman when I
needed one, even if I had to pay for her. But Ava was different. Her
gaze unnerved me. She could already see every secret I’d ever had
and wasn’t afraid of any of them. That was the kind of woman I
wanted. One who wouldn’t be intimidated by me or just want a good
time. I was amused by the thought perhaps I was finally becoming
the man my grandmother always wanted me to be. Well, as soon as
I got Courtney off my cock and did the job I was sent there to do.
As long as that job wasn’t Ava.
I never asked why she didn’t get angry. She’d just drink her
coffee and pray. I told her once that praying for my soul would do no
good, but she kept doing it. Stubborn old bat. I missed her. And
while I knew she certainly wouldn't approve of what I was sent to
do, she’d be glad that it was the last job before I went straight. She
worried about me turning out like my old man, and while she was
right about that. I was determined to change that. I didn’t want to
end up dead like him.
She was fast, but I was faster. I made it to her apartment before
she did and stepped out in front of her, which stopped her in her
tracks. She gasped at my quick movement and looked at me with a
confused expression. It was only a moment, and then she realized
who I was and what I was there to do. Panic took the place of
confusion on her face and I thought I would have to chase her
down. When I grasped her elbow and squeezed, she tensed but
relaxed quickly thereafter. Resignation settled in her expression. “I
don’t suppose we could talk about this, could we?” she asked.
“Not much to talk about, honey. It’s nothing personal. Just got
take care of some loose ends.” I led her to her apartment, glancing
around to see if anyone was watching.
“You don’t want to do that, baby. I can’t be seen here, and you
know what will happen to any of your neighbors who see me, don’t
you?” She nodded grimly. “Then let’s just get inside and I promise,
I’ll listen to what you have to say. Won’t make any difference in my
job, but I’ll give you the dignity of being heard.”
“That would be great. I’ll come with you to the kitchen to make
sure you don’t pull a knife or a gun on me.”
“There’s no story, really. I just like the way you look. It's not a
crime to admire a beautiful woman.”
Tumbling into bed on top of her, I thought I’d finally come home. I
didn’t care what happened to me, but I knew there was no way I’d
ever be able to hurt her, or allow anyone else to hurt her. She’d
reached into my soul and taken possession of my heart, and I’d
never be the same again. It wasn’t just the sex. I’d had mind-
blowing sex before, but it was the overwhelming instinct I had to
protect her, to keep her with me, God help me, to love her for the
rest of my life.
“Oh, Jake,” she moaned into my neck. “I didn’t know I could feel
like this.”
“Me either, baby. But it only gets better from here.” I stood up to
take off the rest of my clothes and the lustful look in her face made
me stop in my tracks. “You can’t look at me like that if you expect
me to keep my sanity, Ava.
“God, the way you say my name makes me want to stay in bed
with you for the rest of my life.” Her expression suddenly changed,
as if she’d realized the weight of what she’d said. She still thought I
was going to kill her after I fucked her.
“I’m so sorry, honey. I know I’m throwing a lot at you right now,
but I mean it! I promise! You’re safe with me, and if anyone tries to
hurt you, they’ll have to come through me first. Got it? Now, what
do you say, baby? Do you think you can trust me?”
I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her to me. "Hell,
yeah, baby! Anytime you want!” I hovered above her, staring into
her eyes. “I’m trying to figure out how I got so damn lucky for the
most beautiful woman in the world to want me.”
After her body stopped convulsing, I slowly rolled over and pulled
her close to me. We stayed still and silent for a few moments until I
heard her softly crying beside me. “What’s wrong, Ava? I meant
what I said, honey. I’m not going to hurt you, and I promise I’ll find
a way out of this.”
“It’s not that. I believe you, Jake. It’s just, well, I’ve never felt so
close to anyone before, and I’m a little scared. I don’t exactly know
what’s supposed to happen now. What’s our future going to be,
Jake?”
She settled into the crook of my arm and pressed her body
against mine. “Yes, we can do that, but then we really need to talk.
And we can’t forget about Courtney.”
***********
Ava dumped out the cold coffee she’d given me earlier that
morning and replaced it with another steaming cup and passed me a
plate containing a toasted bagel covered with cream cheese. “I
haven’t had one of these in a long time. Not since before I went to
prison.”
She gulped and raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure you’ll tell me all
about that later, but I think we have some other things to discuss
first.”
“Yeah. I don’t know why she was killed, and I didn’t ask. Not
my business. But, knowing this guy like I do, it may be as simple as
she smarted off to him and he didn’t like it. Anyway, he’s a punk, but
he has some very powerful friends.”
“How did they know I saw? I was very careful and made sure
I wasn’t followed.”
“Well, then I’d just still owe the guy a favor. And trust me, he
would’ve sent someone else to take my place anyway. That man is
nothing but trouble. What the hell were you doing there anyway?”
“She was in the bar that night, and she looked so sad. It was
almost as if I was drawn to her. I wanted to help her so badly. She
was quiet, but I could tell something was on her mind. She had a
story to tell, and I wanted to listen if she'd let me. Just as I thought
I was breaking through her shell, two guys came in and started
harassing her. They acted as if they knew her, but she tried to ignore
them. They didn’t like it.”
Chapter Seven
Ava
While it was cathartic to tell Jake the story, reliving the details was
quite upsetting. I paused to calm my nerves. He took my hand and
gave it a squeeze to encourage me.
“After their argument, the men left, but she stayed long
enough to pull herself together with the help of another couple of
drinks. When she came to pay her tab, I tried to talk to her again,
but she’d already had a lot to drink and wasn't making much sense.
She had taken off her jacket while she was talking to the guy, and
that’s when I saw bruises on her arms. My blood began to boil, and I
was worried she wouldn’t get home safely, so I followed her, to stop
her from driving. When I saw her walking down the street, I went
after her. I was just trying to look out for her.”
“So, you just followed her? Do you know how dangerous that
was?”
“Well, I do now! I didn’t at the time. All I could think about
was making sure she got home safely. I guess I failed in that
mission.” My joke fell on deaf ears. “I lost track of her, so I doubled
back to return to work. That’s when I went past the church. I didn’t
get too close, but I saw her lying there in a pool of blood. She
wasn't moving, but I didn't check on her. I’ve wondered a million
times if I should have. Would it have been any different? I don't
know if she was still alive, but I didn't think so. It was bad.”
“By the time I got to the bar, I’d mustered up some courage,
and I was determined to help. When I got back to the church, she
was gone. All evidence of her was gone. There was no body, no
blood, no nothing! It had only been a few minutes, but there was
nothing there. That’s when I really got scared thinking someone was
close enough to see me. So I ran again and never looked back. I
used to drive by that church every day on my way to and from work.
Now I take the long route so I don’t have to be reminded of her. Not
that it helps. I see her in my dreams. She was scared of that guy,
and it showed all over her face.”
“You don’t have to say any more, babe. I got you. He’s not
here and he’s never going to hurt you again. In fact, no one will ever
hurt you again. Oh, God, honey, when I used a knife to cut off your
bra earlier, that must have brought back some awful memories! I’m
so sorry!”
“Well, Yuri wants you dead, right? The only way we'll ever be free
is if he thinks you’re dead. We have to fake your death. You can’t
have your same old life as before.”
“Ha! I don't think that'll be hard for me. I've basically done it
since the incident. My family thinks I dropped off the face of the
planet, and I’ve started a new life here. What else do I need to do?
Change my name, I suppose?”
That was exactly what I meant. “I’m afraid so. There are drugs to
slow your heartbeat down to almost nothing, but knowing these
guys, they’d stab you through the heart just to be sure. We’re going
to have to come up with something else. Maybe find someone who
looks like you, and ---”
“Now, hold on, Jake! You’re not suggesting killing some strange
woman just because she looks like me, are you?” I allowed my blank
stare to answer her question. “I can’t do that, Jake. I got into this
whole mess because I wanted to help someone. I can’t be
responsible for taking another life just to save mine, especially
someone who is completely innocent.”
I knew she was right, but it didn’t make me any less frustrated.
Not necessarily at her, but at the situation in general. “Well, we have
to do something, Ava! Do you have any better ideas?”
"I don't at the moment, but I'm not going to allow you to kill
some random person. We're just going to have to come up with
another plan." She paced the floor, periodically throwing her hands
up in frustration. While I could absolutely commiserate with her and
understand her feelings, I didn't care what happened to anyone else.
I'd kill ten people if necessary to keep her safe. She stopped pacing
after a moment, turned to me, opened and closed her mouth as if
the words wouldn't quite come, and then continued pacing. That
went on for several minutes, but watching her glide across the floor
like that was turning me on instead of forcing me to find a solution
to our problem.
“As badly as I hate to say it, you need to get dressed, and I
need to make some calls. Gather the clothes you were wearing the
night of the murder and the ones you were wearing last night. And
stay put, here inside. Don’t go near the windows where anyone
could see you.”
I checked my phone for the time. 8:30. Still too early to call
him, but I didn’t have a choice. I needed answers only he could
provide. Hell, I didn’t even know what time zone he was in. He could
be waking up or calling it a night. I was just going to have to take a
chance. “I’ll be right outside. I want to see if anyone is watching us,
and I need to make a phone call." I made for the door and she
started to follow me. “Seriously, honey. Stay back. No one can see
you.” I grabbed her waist, pulled her toward me. I kissed her, gently
at first, but couldn’t resist exploring her mouth. It took every ounce
of resolve I had to pull away. I wanted to take her back to bed right
then and there, but her life depended on what I did next. “I’ll be
right back. I promise.”
I shut the door behind me and looked out into the morning
sky. Storm clouds brewing off in the distance got my attention right
away. The approaching bad weather was an appropriate prelude to
what was coming. I scanned the parking lot, relieved to see the
same few cars that were there when I arrived at dawn. It was
possible someone could’ve been watching, but I didn’t think it was
likely.
“I’m good, but this isn’t a social call. I have a problem and I
need your help, little brother.”
“I’ll tell you later. Right now, I need you to walk me through
how to break into a building that has more security than I’m used to.
I have something working that’s a little out of my area of expertise.”
“Not funny. You know quite well the last time I broke into a
liquor store I was a kid. I was, what, like 16 or 17 years old?”
“For you? I have all the time in the world. You’re my big
brother after all. What do you need to know? What are you trying to
break into?”
With all that was at stake, logic was too much for him to
handle at the moment. “Ava! I know this plan has some flaws, but
it's the best I could come up with on short notice. If you can think of
something else that will work in the next few minutes, I’m all ears.
Otherwise, just stop trying to figure out how to come along with
me!” he yelled.
He kissed the tip of my nose and said, “I’m certain I’ll worry
the same way about you. Now, wish me luck. If all goes well, I
should see you in about three hours. If I'm not back in four, you
have to promise me you’ll leave town like we discussed.” I started to
bristle, but he stopped me. “I mean it, Ava! Either way, your new life
starts at midnight, with or without me. My brothers will help you get
the IDs you need. You can trust them. Got it?”
“You get back here before then. Good luck.” I kissed him one
last time and went to the back of my apartment, away from all the
windows, just like he’d instructed me, to try to figure out how I was
going to spend what I was sure would be the longest three hours of
my life.
It was quiet after he left, and it stayed like that for a while. I
kept myself locked in the bathroom as it was the most interior room
and there was no chance of anyone seeing me. I had to stay off my
phone and even off the internet in case someone was monitoring my
online activity. I wasn't sure about that, but I knew I trusted him
and had to do what he said. So, the only thing I could do was read.
T he Dervish: I will say again, and yet again, and still again, that
a good deed----
The Offensive Stranger: Peace, and, O man of narrow vision!
There is no such thing as a good deed----
The Dervish: O shameless blasphe----
The Offensive Stranger: And no such thing as an evil deed.
There are good impulses, there are evil impulses, and that is all.
Half of the results of a good intention are evil; half the results of
an evil intention are good. No man can command the results, nor
allot them.
The Dervish: And so----
The Offensive Stranger: And so you shall praise men for their
good intentions, and not blame them for the evils resulting; you
shall blame men for their evil intentions, and not praise them for
the good resulting.
The Dervish: O maniac! will you say----
The Offensive Stranger: Listen to the law: From every impulse,
whether good or evil, flow two streams; the one carries health,
the other carries poison. From the beginning of time this law has
not changed, to the end of time it will not change.
The Dervish: If I should strike thee dead in anger----
The Offensive Stranger: Or kill me with a drug which you
hoped would give me new life and strength----
The Dervish: Very well. Go on.
The Offensive Stranger: In either case the results would be the
same. Age-long misery of mind for you--an evil result; peace,
repose, the end of sorrow for me--a good result. Three hearts
that hold me dear would break; three pauper cousins of the third
removed would get my riches and rejoice; you would go to prison
and your friends would grieve, but your humble apprentice-priest
would step into your shoes and your fat sleek life and be happy.
And are these all the goods and all the evils that would flow from
the well-intended or ill-intended act that cut short my life, O
thoughtless one, O purblind creature? The good and evil results
that flow from any act, even the smallest, breed on and on,
century after century, forever and ever and ever, creeping by
inches around the globe, affecting all its coming and going
populations until the end of time, until the final cataclysm!
The Dervish: Then, there being no such thing as a good deed-
---
The Offensive Stranger: Don’t I tell you there are good
intentions, and evil ones, and there an end? The results are not
foreseeable. They are of both kinds, in all cases. It is the law.
Listen: this is far-Western history:
VOICES OUT OF UTAH
I
The White Chief (to his people): This wide plain was a desert.
By our Heaven-blest industry we have damned the river and
utilized its waters and turned the desert into smiling fields whose
fruitage makes prosperous and happy a thousand homes where
poverty and hunger dwelt before. How noble, how beneficent, is
Civilization!
II
Indian Chief (to his people): This wide plain, which the Spanish
priests taught our fathers to irrigate, was a smiling field, whose
fruitage made our homes prosperous and happy. The white
American has damned our river, taken away our water for his
own valley, and turned our field into a desert; wherefore we
starve.
The Dervish: I perceive that the good intention did really bring
both good and evil results in equal measure. But a single case
cannot prove the rule. Try again.
The Offensive Stranger: Pardon me, all cases prove it.
Columbus discovered a new world and gave to the plodding poor
and the landless of Europe farms and breathing space and
plenty and happiness----
The Dervish: A good result.
The Offensive Stranger: And they hunted and harried the
original owners of the soil, and robbed them, beggared them,
drove them from their homes, and exterminated them, root and
branch.
The Dervish: An evil result, yes.
The Offensive Stranger: The French Revolution brought
desolation to the hearts and homes of five million families and
drenched the country with blood and turned its wealth to poverty.
The Dervish: An evil result.
The Offensive Stranger: But every great and precious liberty
enjoyed by the nations of continental Europe to-day are the gift
of that Revolution.
The Dervish: A good result, I concede it.
The Offensive Stranger: In our well-meant effort to lift up the
Filipino to our own moral altitude with a musket, we have slipped
on the ice and fallen down to his.
The Dervish: A large evil result.
The Offensive Stranger: But as an offset we are a World
Power.
The Dervish: Give me time. I must think this one over. Pass
on.
The Offensive Stranger: By help of three hundred thousand
soldiers and eight hundred million dollars England has
succeeded in her good purpose of lifting up the unwilling Boers
and making them better and purer and happier than they could
ever have become by their own devices.
The Dervish: Certainly that is a good result.
The Offensive Stranger: But there are only eleven Boers left
now.
The Dervish: It has the appearance of an evil result. But I will
think it over before I decide.
The Offensive Stranger: Take yet one more instance. With the
best intentions the missionary has been laboring in China for
eighty years.
The Dervish: The evil result is----
The Offensive Stranger: That nearly a hundred thousand
Chinamen have acquired our Civilization.
The Dervish: And the good result is----
The Offensive Stranger: That by the compassion of God four
hundred millions have escaped it.
INSTRUCTIONS IN ART
(With Illustrations by the Author)
First you think it’s Dante; next you think it’s Emerson; then you
think it’s Wayne Mac Veagh. Yet it isn’t any of them; it’s the
beginnings of Depew. Now you wouldn’t believe Depew could be
devolved out of that; yet the minute it is finished here you have
him to the life, and you say, yourself, “If that isn’t Depew it isn’t
anybody.”
Some would have painted him speaking, but he isn’t always
speaking, he has to stop and think sometimes.
That is a genre picture, as we say in the trade, and differs from
the encaustic and other schools in various ways, mainly
technical, which you wouldn’t understand if I should explain them
to you. But you will get the idea as I go along, and little by little
you will learn all that is valuable about Art without knowing how it
happened, and without any sense of strain or effort, and then you
will know what school a picture belongs to, just at a glance, and
whether it is an animal picture or a landscape. It is then that the
joy of life will begin for you.
When you come to examine my portraits of Mr. Joe Jefferson
and the rest, your eye will have become measurably educated by
that time, and you will recognize at once that no two of them are
alike. I will close the present chapter with an example of the
nude, for your instruction.
This creation is different from any of the other works. The
others are from real life, but this is an example of still-life; so
called because it is a portrayal of a fancy only, a thing which has
no actual and active existence. The purpose of a still-life picture
is to concrete to the eye the spiritual, the intangible, a something
which we feel, but cannot see with the fleshy vision--such as joy,
sorrow, resentment, and so on. This is best achieved by the
employment of that treatment which we call the impressionist, in
the trade. The present example is an impressionist picture, done
in distemper, with a chiaroscuro motif modified by
monochromatic technique, so as to secure tenderness of feeling
and spirituality of expression. At a first glance it would seem to
be a Botticelli, but it is not that; it is only a humble imitation of
that great master of longness and slimness and limbfulness.
THAT THING IN THE RIGHT HAND IS NOT A SKILLET; IT IS
A TAMBOURINE