The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-03-24

immensely and made stuI4tcr nupfc@r
sion among the blazers andtennis suits
81 snmmering Mnnitou.
Grace WIS absorbed and Satisfied.
One day an idea struck Woodson.
s'Grncc. said he. II found little bit
down hcrc the other day that I'd Ike
10 have you slSetch--to send homo. you
know ron'll do Il. won't your"
-why. Of course. I'll speak 70 Mr..
Fleming
.soh, hang Mr. Fleming" wcodson
broke In. s'Fleming.s all right IN his
way, but want you-your sketch, you
know.
The place was quito assistance away.
over The mesa They set out for Il the
next day.
Here II is,w woodson exclaimed,
after quite tramp. pointing over the
burning plain 70 where row 81 cot
tonwoods were baniscd against the sky.
trcmulous Ia the vibrant ain.
.sThere. do that; call il "a Hundred
Ia the Shade or something like that |"
sit doesn't seem 10 compose very
well. Grace murmured. holding tho
tips OF her fingers together and inclos-
ing the picture Ia a rosy frame through
which she guzcd, half shutting her
eyes In truly artistic intcntnesa
'.well. never mind that; got the
character OF IL You know Flcm-
ing says tho characters tho thing
That's what want the character
the true character Of this beastiy coun-
try
81 Grace donned her big blue apron
and set 70 work with her biggost
brushes
But somehow she had trouble. The
quality 81 that shy. burning with light
and vet deep In hue, did not seem to
reside in cobalt, however fresh from
the tube, The value az the stretch uf
plain. trcmulous under the naring
heavens, disturbed her, ton, and when
she came 70 put ia the ai wnll.of cot
tonwoods along the horizon tho whole
thing ended in PANTY ululdlc
''oh, can't do anything to-day, :"
Grace exclaimed petpiantly, wiaing
her troubled brow with the back &c
her hand and leaving d streals 90 blue
on her forehead that intensificd her
| puzzled look.
"Why don't you put those trees In
green2n Woodson asked with serious
concern, MS Grace renewed hcg stiass-
gle with the regulation blues and
puppies.
.'But don't see them SO, shc ruur-
INJURED. In moment Of absorbed
effort.
Grace. . he blurted ont almost be-
fore he knew 1t, II don't believe You
see anything Excuse me. but don't
believe you ever did. ] don't believe
In your art; don't believe In your
career; ! don't believe Iii your indo-
pendence. You're simply spelling the
incest girl in the world with III You
see things blue and purple because he
does; and newell, he sees things TINT
way because some fellows over in Paris
do, and dent believe in IT, Thcrc,
now, I've said IL; come. !
But IL was not ARRANGED that he
should finish what he hnti 10 soy. lii.
had looked down TO tho ground whore
he sat us he spoke OF Fleming When
away from him, hurrying down the
hill with her head bowed.
t'I'm u brnte--a miserable brutci''
Woodson remarked 10 himself with
considerable force as hc watched her
striding toward the half-glry creek
There was plum thiclsct along the
creek, and after watching Grace dis
appear within 1t Noodson set about
picking up her sitctching kit This
done, II occurred TO him that II would
be proper pennance on his part to
wash her brushes he Ind always hated
| dirty brushes 50. Gathering them up,
he started toward the creek
When he rot there he could see no
signs OF Grace Could 1t be that any
thing had happened to hcr2 The
thought made him catch his breath for
| a moment. He knew she was inn
| pulsive capable Of any rash move in
| a moment Of excitement Then he
heard d stirring in the plum thiclsct
and came face TO face upon her in n
little opening, crying softly to herself
.Gracei" he called. why, what's
| the matter? know I'm a brute, but
didn't think you'd take 1t So"
'.Oli, cant you help me2" she pleaded,
and began CROPPING about and feeling
aiinlessly with her hands.
| He saw that her hair was loosened
and that her wrists and face were
scratched and bleeding In dozen
places.
sly!lr. what's the matter2" he
| qncried again, as she camc cropping
toward him and stumbled against him.
Cant you help me at alp"
..Of course. can, small girl; you're
all right Nothing shall touch you,
he reiterated as his arms closed around
| her.
s'Oh, silly, can't yon see I've lost my
glasses?' she exclaimed, pulling away
from him and flushing red among tho
greenery. But he held her tight.
..You don't want them; you sec bet
ter without them, blue eyes. Confess
now, you never really saw before.
Give up trusting in those wretched
glasses and trying to be independent.
Come, see your career through my
eyes
But still she held back at arms
length, really defiant She seemed
ready TO cry and then smiled instead
You'll get my glasses If promise?"
| He nodded.
| Suddenly throwing her arms about
| his neck. she said:
II always liked your eyes" and
pressed kiss on either lid. May be
you were right about my art, " she add
ed, seriously. .'But-this needn't In
| terfere, need it?"