New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-03-29


wait for the answers. But Philip only remem-
bered her greeting.
He said he was going to stay in Boston until
the next day. He announced proudly that he
had engaged a room at hotel on Bratte-st.,
where his uncle Tim used to put up, and he guessed
il was first-rate house He had left his bag
there. He wanted Rowena 10 20 over 10 Bunker
Hill with him that afternoon. In the evening
they would go TO theatre. He didn't spend
money very often. He guessed he could afford
to lay out a little in awhile.
So he talked on eagerly, his honest face earnest
his eyes constantly seeking those of his com
panion.
He came into the house on Hudson-st. He
had already been there once, and had been
directed to the studio Now be sat in the parlor
while Rowena went to her own room. He thought
the parlor beautiful He found fault
with the atmosphere. as Miss Phillips had done
1t seemed to him fascinating luxury that the
apartment should be heated by furnace The
picture of the Spirit Friend" on the wall was
wonderful. though he could make nothing at all
of it, it so vapory and underlined. But he
supposed it was work of great art, and he hoped
Rowena would some time be able to copy it.
He did not dare to walk about in the room
He sat with his feet very near together and his
hat on his knees He inhaled the odor of onions
that came up through the furnace and from the
basement.
Mrs. Jarvis. in her palmlcaf wadded morning
gown, came to the door and inquired If he had
called TO buy meal tickets. At that question. so
Unexpectedly put, he could hardly tell whether
he wanted meal tickets not lie had intended
to disport himself among the various restaurants,
for he had all the countryman' s"appreciation OF
restaurant food
D. bo had "a
be in some way favor TO Rowena to buy tickets
of her landlady He said he guessed he'd take
some how much was she selling them for?
1t ended by his purchasing twenty-five tickets
for So As he paid for them he incidentally re-
marked that he had come in to walt Tor MISS
futile. At this Mrs. Jarvis said, with some AMI
nation, that she thought, and Madame van ben
thuysen also thought. that if she would only let
herself be developed Miss futile would make one
of the finest medyums in Borston.
As he heard this Barrett felt his hair rising
and his hands growing cold. lie had heard OF
mediums. He knew they were liable at any
moment to find their aff1nities what IL ho"eha
should find her affinity?
He did not dare TO say that he hoped Miss luttle
would not be a medium for fear Mrs JARVIS
might, in some mysterious way known only to
spirituelsts cause the girl TO be developed at
once Barrett's ideas about spiritualism were
something the same as the generally received
notion regarding Salem witchcraft. One never
knew who would next be declared witch
So great was his perturbation at the thought
of Rowenas becoming medium mat ne oareu
not speak 10 the girl the subject when she
presently came down stairs and took scat near
the register.
He sat looking at her yearningy. He now saw
she was pale He also told her she was kinder
pndhn'" She laughed at that. He said ne
s'posed she could paint N dror S good S anyoonS
now"
At this she laughed again. now with some
bitterness She was learning every day how
difficult excellence is, and how much drudGery
there is on the road 10 il. And she had also
heard great deal of talk about the folly OF
women in irving TO be artists. But she could
not give I'D her hope. Once In awhile her brush
would apparently of its own votlon, make Few
strokes that gladdcned her like an INSPIRATION
She meant TO toll for the time when there would
be more such strokes. Once Aestree, looking at
her work at such time. had said in his auto
cratic way:
Miss futile, you will do. You have the
touch" Then he had added. as if to himself
If only the COMPOUNDED feminine limitations do
not interfere!
Miss Phillipps had heard these last words She
had left her easel and walked TO Rowena and put
her hand on her shoulder she looked at the
picture She had pressed the hand caresslngly
"Dont believe his heresies," she had explained
There are no more insurmountable feminine linn
itations than masculine. In fact, art is seXless
1T should be- but it isn't" With this rcjoinder
Allestrce had seized his beard and walked away
Rowena drank in all this talk and all these in
Auences She had moments of thinking. She was
very wise indeed.
She felt wise now as she sat opposite Philip
Barrett She wished he had not procured q new
suit of clothes All his natural dignity was hidden
bv that dreadful Middle F:eagc suit. And he
looked at her so pcrsstently. Worse than that,
he somehow gave her the feeling that she had
giyen him the right to look at her thus.
What had she written him &? And what had
been her manner just now when she had met
him? What made him hold his hat as if it were
a basket of eggs?
Il s'pose you've ben to the monument good
many times sence you come to the city, amt
you ?''
Barrett put this question rather timidly He
was sensible of some change in Rowenas manner,
though he could noe account for 1t.
What monument ," she asked
lie looked surprised For him there was but
one monument lie had told his mother he was
coming to Boston principally to sec H.
why Bunker Hill, OF course
mo: | haven't been there indiferentiy.
81 wish you'd 20 with me this afternoon
He was greatly cheered by her consent. lie
took her to Copeands for dinner lie was sur
prised that he had so little appetite IN the midst
of such luxury. In the horsc-car ride to Charles
town he gave a detailed account Of the case OF
bolts which had resulted in the death OF his gray
In this recital Rowena showed good deal %
interest She now became anmated p ana pa aSKse
anoyyIv renIcd lie showed almost pltlablc
desire 10 sax what would please her lie watched
her lie felt there was something IN her lace he
hed never seen there before lie wondered what
u" 80 Ito tbouoht il was miserably foolish IN