New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-11-29

eliminating notice If her first picture in the Salon.
IL was the only article amons the many that were
written that really pleased the maker OF the pct
ucc. Not that he gave unmiNed praise, but that
he had penetrated her very mood and intention.
There IN nothing more annoying 10 PALMER or
writer than 10 he praised indiscrmlnateiy
il was several months before Mrs Bradford
knew that Soule had written that criticism. ne
was in her studio bradford himself was iounging
and reading at one end of the room Az the other
end Soule was looking over some sketches that
Rowena had made long ago of fields ana pastures
In her old home She said something that re,
written.
lie looked up with that flashing smile he had.
You wrote it !" exclaimed the artist.
she was deeply gratiied She heid 0n. me-, ner
nand IN her frank, unaffected way: Spdie Was %sS
hand. He grasped il for moment.
I'm glad TO have pleased you, he said fer
Keats, said Rowena after their, visitor had
gone, it was Mr. Soue who wrote that we liked
so well about my picture in the Salon
She was surprised aud dispeased at the expires
sion which came over her husbands face as
he heard her. But the look was banished in
stantly. lie smiled rather constrainedly: mi.
Il believe Soule does know what he is taking
about when he talks of art" he responded.
Yes, indeed" said Rowena, d" prize his good
opinion more than ] can tell
Bradford closed his book. He rose to his
feet. There was something that puzzled his wife
She thought he was going to make some remark
but he did not. lie only looked at her era
moment. She met his eyes with her own clear
gaze. lie put his hand on her shoulder
p "Oh, Rowena!' he exclaimed in his gentlest
Then he turned back to his book and she went
To her canvas.
1t was this scene in the atelier in Paris that
rose before Bradford when Soule spoke TO him
in the clubroom in London He could not under
stand why Just that scene of all the times when
Soule had been with them, should come up so
distinctly.
NO occasion for congratulating America
responded Soule with perfect good temper. But.
seriously tell me where Middle Village is. Ny
will give me a great deal of pleasure to call on
Mrs. Bradford
Bradford laughed. lie was amused at the
thought of Robert Soule in the Tuttle farm
house, in winter too. But he would adapt him
SELF let alone Soule for that he thought" There
is nothing so ductile and adaptable on the face OF
Ihe earth as an American who might pass for a
Frenchman.'
lie gave minute directions for travelling to
Middle Village. When he had finished he said
suppose you'll be running over SOON"
England country place is when the snow is piled
all about"
Soue shivered.
Wasn't / born in such place. he asked.
81 suppose you'll be running over SOON
Very likely
There was now inality in Bradford's APP
pearance which made it necessary for his com
panion to leave him.
1t was that afternoon that Bradford sent up
his card TO "A certain parlOr in one of the quiet
hotels in n remote part of London. lie did not
have 10 wait many minutes before servant came
TO conduct him to that parlor, where a lady rose
TO greet him
WHY Keats she said coming forward and
putting out both her hands
Il suppose | have as good right to be in
London as YOU have, he answerer smiling. And
whata jolly place London IS, TO be sure!
He sat down and looked at his cousin, Miss
Phillips, who was dressed with such extreme
plainness to he suggestive of he knew not what.
Still Miss Phillips could not be otherwise than
Miss Phillips. She was looking thn but that
customary. She also had an ascetic appear
ance which was not customary. There was moth
ing ascetic in her greeting, however.
jolly she repeated. You have look as
if nothing was jolly"
mask. II isn't worth while TO keep il on just for
you. Nanessa.'
He sat down in front of the seat she had taken.
He was in truth quite haggard. She contemplated
him for a moment in silence.
lis Rowena with YOU % she asked.
No Rowen al is b in Middle Village no,;,
intOlerable were goading him.
Miss Phillips expressed no surprise. She leaned
back in her chair and watched her cousin as
he strobe about the room. She knew that he was
at no pains To conceal his mood from her. She
guessed also that he had come 10 her because of
1t is impossible that you two can have quar-
relied
oh. no, we have. never quarrelled We are
There was an unpleasant expression on the. word
friendly.
He came and stood near her.
She simply couldn't endure il any longer he
said.
And yOu?"
"I?7 with smile that made his companions
pulses start. Il could endure torment if she were
only near me-
Dear Keats" in her most sympathetic voice.
Don't pity me too much or ] shall cry like
a woman he said impatiently. Did il ever
strike you. Vanessa, that am what you might call
wOmanish ?"
s No"
Well. | think ! am. ] cling so TO Rowena-
,ehn, o,,r iifo noirbt NO oon;t Gov, 80 fnJ a.
fractions that have anv power. Now if I were
thoroughly masculine. don't you see. | might take
TO drinking. gambling 10 actresses But
those things don't interest me in the least Can
YOU recommend anything Vanessa that would
occupy my mind and be manly at the same time ?"
He smiled with a whimsical wistfulness as he
put this question