The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-05-07
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''You shall have it. But let's consider.
must see your pics first, and overhaul your
sketches, and find out about your tenden-
cies. You should see what the papers say
about my tendencies. Then I'll give you
good advice, and you shall paint according
Isn't that it, Maisie"
Again there was unholy triumph in Dicks
eyes.
cause YOU are consoling yourseM with what
will never happen and I know that and
yet l wish to keep you. Don't blame me
later, please"
I'm going into the matter with my eyes
Open Moreover, the queen can do no wrong.
Tt isn't your selfshness that impressess me.
It's your audacity in proposing to make use
of me-"
.Pooh! You're only Dick-and a print
shop"
Every good. That's all 1 am. But,
Maisie you believe, don't you, that I love
you! I don't want you to have any false
notions about brothers and sisters"
Maisie looked up for moment and drop
ped her eyes.
cts absurd, butt believe. wish I could
send you away before you get angry with
haired and an impressionist and all our no
tons clash"
$50 do ours, think. Never mind. Three
months from to-day we shall be laughing az
this together"
Maisie shook her head mournfully. Il
knew YOU wouldn't understand, and 1t Will
only hurt you more when you find out
Look at my face Dick, and tell me what
you see."
They stood up and faced each other for
moment. The fog was gathering, and IL
stifed the roar of the traffic of London be-
yond the ratings. Dick brought all MS
painfully acquired knowledge of faces TO
bear on the eyes, mouth, and chin under
aeath the black toque.
cts the same Maisie and it's the same
me-" he said. ''We'Ne both nice little wills
Of our own, and one or the other OF US has
10 be broken Now about the future. l must
come and see your pictures some day
suppose when the red-haired girl is on the
premises"
Sundays are my best times. You must
come on Sundays. There arc such heaps OF
things [ want to talk about and ask your ad-
vice about. Now I must get back to work"
''Try to find out before next Sunday what
I am" said Dick Don't take my word for
anything I've told you. Good-by, darling,
and bless you"
Maisie stole away like a little gray mouse,
Dick watched her till she was out of sight,
but he did not hear her say to herself very
soberly: 'I'm a wretch-a horrid, selfish
wretch But it's Dick, and DICK will under
stand"
No one has yet explained what actually
happens when ga irresistible force Geets
the 1mmovaple post, JnOugn many nave
thought deeply, even as Dick thought. He
tried to assure himself that Maisie would be
led in a few weeks by his mere presence
and discourse TO a better way of thinking.
Then he remembered much too distinctly her
face and all that was written on it.
eff I know anything of heads" he said,
"there's everything in that face but love.
[ shall have to put that in myself; and that
chin and mouth won't be won for nothing.
But she's right. She knows what she
wants, and she's going to get it. What in
science! Me! OF all the people in the
wide world, to use me! But then she's
Maisie. There's no getting over that fact;
and it's good to see her again. This xbus1-
ness must have been. sinlmerng at the back
of my head for years. She'll use
me as I used Binat at Port Said. She's
quite right 1t will hurt a little. shall
have to see her every Sunday-like young
man counting a housemaid. She's sure to
come round: and yet-that mouth isn't
Welding mouth I shall be wanting to kiss
her all the time and [ shall have to look at
her pictures-I don't even know what sort
Of work she does yet-and shall have to
talk about art-Womans art Therefore,
particularly and perpetually, damn all
varieties Of art 1t did me good turn once,
and now it's in my way I'll go home and
do some art.
Half way to the studio, Dick was smitten
with terrible thought. The figure Of a
solitary woman in the fog suggested it.
''She's all alone in London with a red
haired impressionist girl, who probably has
the digestion of an ostrich. Most red-haired
people have. Maisies a bilious little body.
They'll eat like lone WOmen-meals at all
hours. and tea with all meals. [ remember
how the students in Paris used to pig along.
She may fall i'll at any minute and I shan't
be able to help. WheW! this is ten times
worse than owning wife"
Torpenhow came into the studio at dusk,
and looked at Dick with his eyes full of the
austere love that springs up between men
who have tugged at the same oar together
and are yolzed by custom and use and the
intimacies Of toll. This is good love, and,
since it allows, and even encourages, strife,
recrimination and the most brutal sincerity,
does not die, but increases, and IS proof
against any absence and evil conduct.
Dick was silent after he handed Torpen-
how the filed pipe of council. He thought
of Maisie and her possible needs. It was
new thing to think Of anybody but Torpen
how, who could think for himself. Here at
last was an outlet for that cash balance
He could adorn Maisie barbarically with
iewelry-a thick gold necklace around that
little neck, bracelets upon the rounded
arms, and rings of price upon her hands
the cool, temperate, ringless hands that he
"a taken between his own. 1t was an alb
thought. for Maisie would not even al.
to put one ring on one finger, and
= laugh at golden trappings. I,
hetter to sit with her quietly ir
arm round her neck and her