Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1893-03-16

broke In. "Fleming's ali right In his
way, but want you-your sketch, you
know"
The place was quite distance away,
over the mesa They set out for II tho
next day.
Here II is" Woodson exclaimed,
after quite tramp pointing over the
burning plain TO where row OF cot
tonwoods were banked against the sky,
tremulous in the vibrant air.
There, do that; call II "A Hundred
In the Shade or something like that"
ut doesn't seem TO compose very
WELL" Grace murmured, holding the
tips of her fingers together and inclos-
ing tho picture In rosy frame through
which she gazed, half shutting her
eyes in truly artistic intentness
well, never mind that; get the
character OF H. You know Flem-
ing says the characters the thing.
That's what want-tho character
the true character of this beastly coun.
try"
SO Grace donned her big blue apron
and set TO work with her biggest
brushes
But somehow she had trouble. The
quality Of that shy, burning with light
and yet deep in hue, did not seem to
reside In cobalt, however fresh from
the tube. The value OF the stretch OF
! plain, trcmulous under the faring
heavens, disturbed her, too, and when
she came 20 put in the airy wall of cot
tonwoods along the horizon the whole
thing ended In panty middle.
"Oh, can't do anything to-day"
Grace exclaimed petulantly, wiping
her troubled brow with the back Of
her hand and leaving a streak of blue
on her forehead that intensified her
puzzled look.
why don't you put those trees In
grecnp" Woodson asked with serious
concern, as Grace renewed her strug.
gle with the regulation blues and
puppies.
"But don't sec them So" she muir
INJURED, in n moment of absorbed
| effort
Grace" he blurted out almost be-
fore he knew IL, ~ don't believe you
see anything. Excuse me, but | don't
believe you ever did. don't believe
In your art; l don't believe In your
career; | don't believe In your indie
pendence. You're simply spelling the
incest girl in the world with IL. You
see things blue and purple because he
does; and newell, he secs things that
way because some fellows over In Paris
do, and don't believe In IT, There,
now, I've said IT. come"
But II was not arranged that he
should finish what he had TO say. lie
had looked down 10 the ground where
lac sat as he spoke of Fleming. When
he looked up Grace was several feet
AWAY from him, hurrying down the
hill with her head bowed.
I'm brute--a miserable brutel"
Woodson remarked 90 himself with
considerable force as he watched her
striding toward the half-dry creek.
There was plum thicl,ct along the
creek, and after watching Grace dis.
appear within IL Woodson set about
picking up her skctching kit This
| done, II occurred to him that II would
he proper pcnnanco on his part to
wash her brushes he had always hated
dirty brushes 80. Gathering them up,
lac started toward the creek
When he got there he could see no
signs of Grace. Could IL be that ANY,
thing had happened TO her? The
thought made him catch his breath for
u moment lilo know she was in
photographic Of any rash move in
a moment Of excitement Then he
heard Il stirring In the plum thiclsct
aud came face TO face upon her In IA
little opening, crying softly to herself
"Grace!' he called "Why, what's
the matter2 know I'm brute, but
didn't think you'd take it So"
"Oh, can't you help mc2" she pleaded,
and began cropping about ana feeling
dmlcs,ly with her hands.
lie saw that her hair was looscncd
and that her wrists and face were
scratched and bleeding In dozen
places.
why, what's the matter2" he
que led again, as she came cropping
toward him and stumbled against him.
Cant you help me at all2"
"Of course, ! can, small girl; you're
all right Nothing shall touch YOU"
he reiterated as his arms closed around
her.
"Oh, silly, can't you sec I've lost my
glas,es?" she exclaimed, pulling away
from him and flushing rcd among the
grcencry But he held her tight
"Nou don't want them; you see bet
ter without them, blue eyes. Confoss
row, you never really saw before
Give up trusting In those wrctched
glasses and trying to be independent
Come, SEQ 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 II promisc2"
lie nodded.
Suddenly throwing her arms about
his neck, she said:
~ 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
tcrfcrc, need ~"
"lnterfcrcl Why, III tell that man
that I've decided not 10 take his cattle
and we'll turn tho whole herd into
paint"
Then he reached over and carefully
disengagcd her glasscs from the twig
where he had sccn them hanging
when he entered the thicltct--G Mel.
vile Upton, In Kate Fields Washing