The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-04-04

and yet deep in hue, did not seem to
reside in cobalt, however fresh from
the tube The value of the stretch of
plain, tremulous under the faring
heavens, disturbed her, too, and when
she came to put in the airy wall Of cot
tonwoods along the horizon the whole
thing ended in a panty muddle.
''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
green?" Woodson asked with serious
concern, as Grace renewed her strug-
gle with the regulation blues and
puppies
But don't see them So" she MUIR
INJURED, in moment of absorbed
effort.
Grace" he blurted out almost be-
fore he knew it, II don't believe YOU
see anything. Excuse me, but 1 don't
believe you ever did. l don't believe
in your art; l don't believe in your
career; 1 don't believe in your indie
pendence. You're simply spelling the
incest girl in the world with 1t. You
see things blue and purple because he
does; and newell he sees things that
way because some fellows over in Paris
do, and dent believe in it. There,
now, I've said it; come"
But it was nos arranged that he
should finish what he had to say He
had looked down to the ground where
he 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.
Pm a brute-a miserable brute!"
Woodson remarked to himself with
considerable force as he watched her
striding toward the half-dry creek
There was plum thicket along the
creek, and after watching Grace dis
appear within it Woodson set about
picking up her sketching kit. This
done, it occurred to him that it would
be proper pennance on his part to
wash her brushes-he had always hated
dirty brushes SO. Gathering them up,
he started toward the creek.
When he got there he could see no
signs of Grace. Could it be that any
thing had happened to her? The
thought made him catch his breath for
a moment. He knew she was i'm
pulsive-capable of any rash move in
a moment of excitement. Then he
heard stirring in the plum thiclzet
and came face to face upon her in a
little opening, crying softly to herself
''Grace!" he called. Why, what's
the matter? know I'm brute, but
didn't think you'd take it so.'
''Oh, can't you help me9" she pleaded,
and began cropping about and feeling
aimlessly with her hands
He saw that her hair was loosened
and that her wrists and face were
scratched and bleeding in a dozen
places.
''Why. what's the matter?" he
queried again. as she came 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
''Oh, silly, can't you see I've lost my
glasses?" she exclaimed, pulling away
from him and flushing red among the
greenery. But he held her tight
''You don't want them; you see 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
I'd, seriously. "But-this needn't in
terfere, need it?"
"Interferel Why. I'll tell that man
that I've decided not to take his cattle
md we'll turn the whole herd into
paint"
Then he reached over and carefully
lisengaged her glasses from the twig
where he had seen them hanging
when he entered the thiclret.-G. Mel
vile Upton, in Kate Fields Washing
ton