Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1893-04-06
MISS BAXTER'S CAREER.
why She Consented to 500 1t
Through Woodson's Eyes.


gether in the swift motion of the train.
Miss Baxter, who had but recently
ieit her berth, dropped into seat and
leaned back moment, dazcd by this
lavish waste Of color. Then she hast
eheo 10 draw the curtain and throw
Inc blue square of shade over her cor
ner OF the table, signing as she settled,
down again and all the painful scene
Oh the evening before came surging
back. 30 %
She felt halfn notion to lay her head
on tho table and cry outright. She
.ianced down instead and fingered her
r'ng-his ring-whilc her glasses grew
misty. She wondered whether she
should have kept the ring now that it
no longer meant anything,
The question was still undecided
when she pulled herself together with
visible tremor and turned to the
menu card. Dining-car breakfasts are
not timed to wait on The settlement of
suotictles in ethics, particularly after
the steward has made the "last call"
In the few minutes Miss Baxter he'd
been in the car she had not noticed
her companions. AS she raised her
head she was startled to see familiar
face dinly taking shape across the
table.
She had removed her glasses and was
about to press her handkerchief to her
eyes, but she put them rcsolutely on
again and looked fixedly through their
misty crystals.
Mr.. Woodson, where did you come
from?" she demanded at length. as his
well-known features gradually took
definite shape before her.
Woodson did not speak at once. He
was noticing how her hair would tum-
Ole down in hayward ringlets in spite
OF her efforts to keep it staidly back,
and how her checks persisted in dim
ping, however rcsolutcly she closed
her lips together. Then he said:
From New York, of course. Does
my dress suit look as though I'd
boarded the train in these rural pre-
cincts? l thought you knew the cut
better"
DO you mean to say that you've
been on this train all this whilc-after
: after last night?" Miss Baxter asked
with slightly heightened color.
Guessed it the first time" Woodson
exclaimed, Frightening. 81 tell you,
Grace, you should have gone into the
law instead of art. You'd have been
great on cross-cxamination."
Never mind, Mr. Woodson; you
seem to forget that / prefer 70 mako
my own career-wc've discussed that
before, however. And so you've been
on this train ever since have?" she
concluded, rcflectively.
"a little longer, in fact. But now,
see here, small girl" Woodson went on
with great delibcratcness, shaking out
his napkin into his lap and gazing in
tently into the blurred blue depths of
Miss Baxter's glasses; ''see here, now,
do you suppose just because girl jilts
mc"-Miss Baxter here interposed u
deprccating gesture-''yes, repeat it,
Do you suppose because a girl jilts INC
and have reason to believe is going
to the ends of the earth to get where
she will never see me again, that my
sense of responsibility ends till I've
seen her safely where she wants to go
to No, I've made New York uninhab-
liable for you, and l shall make what
amends l can by chaperoning you to
Colorado or Kamschatka or wherever
it is You are going. Now, what shall
order for breakfast"
"Harry, you're cruel. You know Mr..
Fleming was going out there for the
color, and thought it would be good
chance to continue my outdoor work. p"
FLEMING! That prig! Well, didn't
know before that he was going see
there is still more reason why should
go now-and stay"
"But l forbid you doing any such
foolish thing"
ITO tell the truth, Grace, thought
of staying all the time-of going into
some other business there"
"Why, you never told me of it be-
fcre."
well, never thought of it till after
left YOU last night. Then it occurred
to me might go into the sheep or cat
tie business or something like that"
"At Manitou?"
''Why not?"
'It's q summer resort.
$50 much the better. I'd only be
there in the summer, anyhow.
Harry, you're trifler'"
..Well, can peel an orange, anyhow
If you'll allow me-" Woodson ex-
claimed, taking from her hand the one
she was making sad mess OF.
"Harry, i can never forgive you for
doing this" Miss Baxter concluded,
after n moments contemplation of the
whirling blur of green through the car
window.
swell. never could have forgiven
myself If l hadn't-and there it is" he
asserted, dispassionately, laying the
pulpy, broken sphere of the orange be-
fore her.
II is quite jaunt from Manhattan
to Manitou.
What color there was! The earth
seemed hung in some rarer medium
than common air. The yellow cactus
blossoms were like flakes of flame. A
scarlet flower fairly burned into the
sight
Grace developed new enthusiasm
every day and piled her palette with
cobalt and chrome. Even Fleming
who had preceded then.' smoked trifie
faster than usual and grunted out now
and then: "Put in your color pure
Make her jump. 49,,
So they painted from morning TIL
NIGHT keeping two or three studies
nnder way at once-putting in blues
where Woodson saw green's ana p.r'
pies where he saw nothing but monde
script sand, and doing all the ,neSpii-
cable things that should be done ac'
cording to the gospel OF the luminis'es'
woodson sat by and chafed. lie
couldn't paint He wouldn't smoke