The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-06-18

morseless moonlight would not let her
sleep. It lay on the skylight of the studio
across the road in cold silver, and she stared
at it intently, and her thoughts began to
slide one into the other. The shadow of the
big bell handle in the wall-grew short,
heightened again and faded out as the moon
went down behind the pasture and hare
came limping home across the road. Then
the dawn wind washed through the upland
grasses. and brought GOODNESS with it. and
the cattle lowed by the drought-shrunk
river. Maisie's head fell forward on the
window sill. and the tangle of black hair
covered the arms
ssMaisie, wake up. You'll get chilli"
ayes. dear; yes, dear" She staggered to
her bed like wearied child. and as she
buried her face in the pillows she NUT
tered. II Think think But he ought
to have written
Day brought the routine of the studio, the
smell of paint and turpentine, and the
monotOnous wisdom of Kami, who was
ieaden artist but golden teacher if the
pupil were only in sympathy with him.
Maisie was not in sympathy that day, and
she waited impatiently for the end of the
work She knew when it was coming; for
to a bunch behind him, and, with faded blue
eye that saw neither pupils nor canvas,
SOCK back into the past and recall the history
of one Binat you have all done not so
badly" he would say. "But you shall re-
member that it is not enough to have the
method, and the art, and the power, nor
even that which is touch, but you shall have
also the conviction that nails the work to
the wall. Of the SO many l have taught
here the students would begin to unfix
drawing pins or get their tubes together
1.-The very so many that 1 have taught, the
best was Binat All that comes of the
study and the work and tho knowledge was
to him even when he came. After he left
me he should have done all that could be
done with the color, the form and the
knowledge. Only he had not the conviction.
So to-day I hear no more Of Binat-the best
of my pupils-and that is long ago. So to-
day, too you will be glad to hear no more OF
me. C0nttnuez, mesdem0iselleS, and, above ALL
with conviction"
He went into the garden to smoke and
mourn over the lost Binat as the pupils dis
persed to their several cottages or loitered
in the studio to make plans for the cool Of
the afternoons
Maisie looked at her very unhappy Melan-
cola, restrained desire to grimace before
it. and was hurrying across the road to
write letter to Dick when she was aware
Of large man on a white troop horse. How
Torpenhow had managed, in the course of
twenty hours, to find his way to the hearts
of the cavalry officers in quarters at Witty
sur-MaFne, TO discuss with them the GER
tainty of glorious reUGnche for France, to
reduce the Colonel to tears of pure affabil-
ity, and to borrow the best horse in the
squadron for the journey to Kami's studio, is
a mystery that only special correspondents
can unravel.
Il beg your pardon" said he. ''It seems
an absurd question to ask, but the fact is
] don't know her by any other name. Is
there any young lady here that is called
Maisie!"
81 am Maisie," was the answer from the
depths of great sun hat.
l. 81 ought to introduce myself" he said, as
the horse capered in the binding white dust.
'My name is Torpenhow. Dick Heldar is
my best friend. ana-a2nnd-thee fact is that
he has gone blind" 1azsss 80 sss@zzs"
i FBlind!" said Maisie, stupidity HE can't
be blind" ~-
''He has been stone blind for nearly two
months"
I Maisie lifted up her face and it was
pearly white. ''Nol No! Not blind won't
have him blind!"
Would you care to see for yourself!" said
Torpenhow.
''Now-at once!"
''Oh, no! The Paris train doesn't GO
through this place till tonight There
will be ample time"
s'Did Mr.. Heldar send you to me!"
Certainly not Dick wouldn't do that
sort of thing He's sitting in his studio
turning over some letters that he can't read
because he's blind"
There was sound of choking from the
sun hat Maisie bowed her head and went
into the cottage where the red-haired girl
was on a sofa complaining of headache.
'Dick's blind" said Maisie, taking her
breath quickly as she steadied herself
against a chair back. my Dicks blind!"
''What?" The girl was on the sofa nc
longer.
"a man has come from England to tell
me. He hasn't written to me for six weeks.
care you going to him?"
''T must think"
''Think! 1 should go back to London and
them and kiss them until they get well
again! If you don't go 1 shall. Oh, what
am l talking about? You wicked little
idiot! Go to him at once. Col"
Torpenhow's neck was blistering, but he
preserved a smile of infinite patience as
Maisie appeared bareheaded in the sun
shine.
Il am coming" caid she, her eyes on the
ground.
''You will be at Vitry station, then, al
seven this evening" This was an order
delivered by one who was used to being
Obeyei. Maisie said nothing but she felt
grateful that there was no chance of dis
putting with this big man who took every
thing for granted and managed a squealing
horse with one hand. She returned to the
red-haired girl who was weeping bitterly
and between tears, kisses-very few OF
menthol, packing, and an interview
with Kami, the sultry afternoon wore
away. Thought might come afterward
Her present duty was to So to Dick-Dicb