Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-11-30
it. She's beginning to pitch

| elbow. The red-haired girls ewes wer
alight with cold fame.
''He kissed you'll" she said. Chow coul,
you let him, when he wasn't anything t
YOU? How dared you take kiss from him
Oh, Maisie, let's go to the ladies' cabin
I'm sick-deadly sick"
We aren't into open water yet. G.
down, dear. and I'll stay here. don't lik,
the smell of the engines. Poor Dickl H.
deserved one-only one. But didn't thinl
he'd frighten me So
Dick returned to town next dav lust il
| time for lunch, for which he had tele
graphed. To his disgust, there were only
empty plates in the studio. He lifted W
his voice like the bears in the fairy tale
and Torpenhow entered, looking very
guilty.
"H'shr' said he. "Don't make such a
noise. 1 took it. Come into my rooms and
I'il show you why'
Dick paused amazed at the threshold, for
on Torpenhow's sofa lay girl asleep and
breathing heavily. The little cheap sailor
hat, the blue-and-white dress, filter for June
than for February, dabbled with mud at the
skirts, the jacket trimmed with imitation
astrakhan and ripped at the shoulder seams,
the one-and-elevenpenpy umbrella, and
above all, the disaraceful condition of the
"Oh, [ say, old man, this is too badl You
mustn't bring this sort up here. They steal
things from the rooms"
''it looks bad, admit, but was coming
in alter lunch, and she staggered into the
hall. L thought she was drunk at first, but
it was collapse. 1 couldn't leave her as she
was, so 1 brought her up here and gave her
your lunch. She was fainting from the
want of food. She went fast asleep the
minute she had fnished.'
II know something of that complaint.
She's being living on sausages, suppose.
Torp, you should have handed her over to
a policeman for presuming to faint in re-
spectacle house. Poor little wretchi Look
at that face! There isn't an ounce OF i'm
morality in it. Only folly-slack, fatuous,
feeble, futile folly. It's a typical head
D'you notice how the skull begins to show
through the flesh padding on the face and
cheek k-bone?'
"What cold -blooded barbarian it is!
Don't hit woman when she's down. Can't
we do anything? She was simply dropping
with starvation. She almost fell into my
arms, and when she got to the food she ate
like wild beast. 1t was horrible
81 can give her money, which she would
probably spend in drinks. Is she going to
sleep forever?'
The girl opened her eyes and glared at
the men between terror and eifrontery.
Feeling better?" said Torpenhow.
"Yes. Thank you. There aren't many
gentlemen that are as Kind as you are.
Thank you."
when did you leave service?" said
Dick, who had been watching the SCARED
and chapped hands.
How did you know was in service? 1
(1nnnral ant T Il E,,'F
"And how do you like being your own
mistress?"
do 1 look as if liked it?"
81 suppose not. One moment Would
you be good enough to turn your face to the
wiGdow?'
The girl obeyed, and Dick watched her
face keenly-so keenly that she made as if
to hide behind Torpenhow
The eyes have it, said Dick, walking
up and down. 'They are superb eyes for
my business. And, after all, every head
depends on the eyes, This has been sent
from heaven to make up tor-what was taken
away. Now the weekly strains off my
shoulders, can get to work in earnest.
Evidently sent from heaven. Yes. Raise
your chin little. please"
Gently, old man, gently. You're soaring
somebody out of her wits" said Torpenhow,
who could see the girl trembling.
Don't let him hit ne! Oh, please don't
et him hit me! I've been hit cruel to-day
because 1 spoke TO a man. Don't let him
look at me like thatI He's reg'Iar wicked,
hat one. Don't let him look at me like
that, neitheri ''Oh, feel as if l hadn't
nothing on when he looks at ME like thatI'
The overstrained nerves in the frail BODY
rave way, and the girl wept like little
hild and began TO scream. Dick threw
'pen the window, and Torpenhow flung the
loor back.
There you are" said Dick, soothinglv.
My friend, here, can call for policeman,
nd you can run through that doo-. Nobody
S going to hurt you.'
The girl sobbed convulsivelv for a few
minutes, and then tried to laugh.
Nothing in the world to hurt you. Now
listen TO me for minute. I'm whatthe
all an artist by profession. You know what
Irtists do?"
"They draw the things in red and black
nix on the pop-shop labels"
II dare say. haven't risen to pop shop |
abels yet. Those are done by the AcademI- |
ians. want to draw your head"
"What fol?''
because it's pretty. That is why YOU |
will come to the room across the landing |
hree times week at II in the morning, and |
I'll give you three quid week just for sit |
ing still and being drawn. Aud there's a /
uid on account.
"For nothing?" Oh, myp' The girl |
urned the sovereign in her hand, ana with |
lore foolish tears: "Ain't neither O. you
wo gentlemen afraid of my bilking you?''
'No. Only ugly girls do that. Try and
emember this place. And, by tine way,
hats your name?"
''I'm Bessie-Bessie- It's no use Civ
ng the rest. Bessie eBroke-Stone-broke, if
ou like. What's your names? But there
no one ever gives the real ones"
Dick consulted Torpenhow with his eyes:
My names Heldar, and my friends
allied Torpenhow; and you must be sure 70
ONE here. Where do you live?'
South-tne-water-one room-fve and
ixpence a week. Aren't you making fun
me about that three quid?"
You'll see later on. And, Bessie, next
inc you come, remember, you needn't wear
nat paint. It's bad Tor the skin. l have
il the colors you'll be likely to need
Bessie withdrew, scrubbing her cheek
18th a ragged pocket-handkerchief. The
Yo men looked at each other.
YOU'RE man" said Torpenhow.
''l'm AFRAID I've been a fool. 1t isn't our
uSlneSS TO run ABOUT the earth reforming
Jessie Brokes. And a woman of any kind
as no right on this landing"
perhaps she won't come back"
"She will il she thinks she can get food
nd warmth here. l know she will. worse
lex. But remember, old man, she isn't a
oman; she's my model; and be careful"
1.-The idea! She's dissolute little scare
row-a gutter-snippet and nothing more"
80 you think. Wait till she has been
d little and freed from fear. That fair
'pe RECEIVERS itself very quickly. You