The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1892-05-27
CHAPTER Ill.


$50 that's Ferendia-as you see him9" said
Jack Morris meditatively, that afternoon,
contemplating my mornings work.
ut is. How much more do you see in
him?" asked curiously.
you've made him a pleasant, prosperous
looking fellow-genial, kindly, frank. Not
over bright, perhaps, but open as the day,
airing all his small vanities and foibles with
childlike confidence
''Thats the man, as am humbly striving
to express him."
mot the man who'd sell his friend or his
own soul for what they'd fetch, if money
were short with him, or smile in your face
and offer you a cigarette while he was tell
ing you the lie that should bring you to ruin
Not Laurie Bosworth.7 Jack broke off short,
and took an energetic turn or two up and
down the rOom then stopped again before
my easel, and looked tixediy at the canvas.
"Yet Pm drawn to him. Confound him! It's
the old fascination. feel as if it were given
to me to know the secrets of that mans
soul, and with my hatred there is mixed an
infinite compassion and dread, and feel as
if must hold outa hand to osave him, though
! can't, for the life of me, tell from what
Jervoise, over that mans face there lies the
shadow of n DOOM"
Morris was given to holding forth melo-
dramatically on occasion.
'sAll right. I'll paint it in if you'll show
me how" said.
But he took no notice of the suggestion.
All the same was well content with my
work, and got to it betimes in the clear, pure
morning light. Before l had worked an
hour there came smart rap on my door, as
with the head of whip, and without further
ceremony it opened to admit two VISITORS
Princess and Nj. Nicolas. She was in her
riding habit, lovely as the day, even with
black circles round her eyes and pale cheeks.
II couldn't sleep for thinking of my pict-
ure," she said, ''and had to turn out for n
long ride to quiet my nerves. Twas possessed
with the idea that you would forget your al,-
pointment, and felt must come to remind
you. The carriage will be here for you pres
emily"
The color rushed to her cheeks as she
spoke, and her musical laugh rang through
the room. NJ Nicolas merely bowed and
smiled and smiled and bowed, his mustache
ends curling up to his spectacles. Then he
trotted off softly on the tips of his toes on
respectful little round of Inspection The
Princess turned to my picture. and gave a
cry of delight.
"Ah, it is himself! Come and see, Nico-
las"
Nicolas advanced gingerly, and adding
pince-nez to his spectacles, gravely consid-
cred it.
''It is good" he pronounced at last; "but
you have made him too English, too solid
stolid, reserved. You do not keep before YOU
the Princes character. You must make him
intangible? No; what is the word for
WnaJ you cannot hold? You grasplt, you
lean on it--pouf! 1t has melted-gone"
$50 that is your view?" l asked, thinking
OF Jack Morris, and wondering that the Prin.
cess made no sign.
| We found Fcrendia in a state of comic dis
gust at my pcrtinacity, protesting that there
was no such need of hurry, and that he
should break no more engagements to oblige
| us,
II only want to go over to Paris for week,
and then you have me safe back till the end
| of the season."
Safe till the end of the season. echoed
81. Nicolas I'VE must have you safe before
that, my Princes" and Ferendia looked at
him with much disdain at his interference.
The Princess came in presently, in quiet
morning dress of velvet The weather had
changed, and thin, cold, drizzing rain be-
gan to fall, augmenting the Princes ill-au-
NOR and setting her shivering. | watched
the two with much interest that morning.
| was curious to discover the terms on which
they actually We're. Were they real lovers,
or sham? 'L'un qui baise ct l'autrc qui tend
la joue" Which was which? The Prince
certainly let himself be led by his beautiful
wife with ostentatious subjection. He was
enormously proud of her, too, and yet
caught lowering glance of suspicion direct
ed at her now and again, or his br ws knit
at some chance word of hers or NJ Nicolas's,
| as II 10 discover second meaning in them.
she hovered round him as women do max
Ing little excuses Tor a word, Slook. a touch;