The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1893-10-29
THE CLOISTER. NO. 7.


one thought her except the man who
loved her, and he. perhaps. was hardly
qualified to Judge.
1t was such length OF time since he
mad fallen in love with her that he had
forgotten his original impressions.
He had gone fishing one day I'm a nervous
ly irritable mood. Luck had been down
on him." as he expressed it, and certain
equity uncle from whom he had expecta-
uo-s had suddenly. in ct of evaporation
with his nephew. taken * into his head to
marry his housekecper.
Lawrence modify cast his line into the
trout stream-or attempted to.
He gave a savage whirl OF his ROD the
line few far behind him and caught-so1ne-
thing. He heard a faint cry. and then O
voice somewhat shaken saying:
Please don't pull. I'm hooked
He plunged back through the thicket and
there. under a heavy. overarchlng mass OF
trees, seated before an easel was slender.
thin dark girl, brush III her hand, and
his trout-fy hooked between her shoulders
II did not know there was any one about"
she smiled family. "You must have come
quietly"
The stream Is so noisy here" he said.
lifting his soft cap quickly. Then he added,
with profuse apologies: You must regret
that there any one about Are you
brave? Can you stand a little pain? must
get this thing out, you know"
ing trihe. II fear I'm not absolutely
heroic"
Only keep still, and I'll have it out i'm
no time" said Lawrence, making no bones
Oh cutting a little rent in her gown vita
again. Done! You are really very brave"
He thought she would faint. she had
turned SO white but his words sent the
S ySber la PACK :, and she laughed quite gayly
OIuy your gown, l fear is spoiled he
faaded, wondering inwardly IN what way
wrought, and finally giving il up as hope
less. did not dare leave the hook until
village, and the beastly thing would have
WORKED It's way in, to say nothing of the
eoioIlng matter on the fly
on are very kind. l have DELAYED y,our
tiSHtls expedition She began gathering
up ner paints and materials as she spoke
II Is L who have Interrupted you" he
sstld In some remOrse. Must you go now9
AT least allow me to put bit OF this hand.
H Herchiei over the wound. You mustn't
He had been obliged to make quite deep
ibnCISlon. he tore strip out OF the silk
or his Norfolk jacket, and placed IL as
5KilLI uIiy as surgeon over the little wound
gown and took up his rod
me glrI looked up at him and he hardly
nouced her plainneSs-She was plain-In his
delight at seeing himself reflected i'm a large
pair OF yeivety. dryad-like. eyes-not the
iQd0nanl-
ent and matter of fact as this one Ewes
that reminded one of dark, wintry pools
under under cold. blue sky. Startling eyes
Those eyes should never be yours young
n w9nan;; ne thought They belong to a
May l not take you homer he asked
aloud. L am all out of concelt with fish
Ing its,, now .,. Besides. l feel it my right to
BY no means" said the girl calmly.
You You must now get some trout, always
no al ADlc
And with resoluteness which he dared not
ntrench upon she quickly finished her prep
folded easel under her arm, and with
slight nod and a determined little air dis
appeared from view.
SO began their acquaintance.
ne learned tnat she was an artist, quite
little celebrity in her way. who came
down here each summer to paint, and
seemed to be entirely alone in the world
except for small brother she was bring
ing up-she had got him as far as the
naval academy-and a group of girl friends.
some OF whom were accustomed to toin
her during the long vacation.
OF course in that small place it was i'm
possible tnat they should not meet. and
PeIore the summer was over he had told
conhding mood. and hers. If not exactly
sympathetic, was rather, perhaps, re-
and disappontments, the latter far out
numbering the rest So, when they parted
II was quite natural thing that he should
hold In his hand card with the street and
number of her studio on 1T.
she wasn't at all the sort of girl he
admired He had a kind of latent disap
prevail of independent girls--wthout chap
erons-7who lived all alone and didn't seem
To feel apologize about IL. The very de-
scription sent a shudder through him
So he rather wondered, one morning.
abominably long staircase in the SClois-
ter" which led to No. Z. He concluded it
uncle had gone. Gone to better world
without leaving a sou for his agreeable
nephew. Where in the world was he to
alxy
wondered.
He found her smoking. He had just
thrown away a cigar himself, but his hor-
rtfied expression amused her
.a,d I'm sorry | can't 5S,t offer you one" she
BILE horror. It's my last"
s. She fo or5% to explain that she had
She tossed it into jardiniere, and ne sat
very stlffiy on the edge Of chair, uttered
Few platitUdeS, and then took up his
stick and hat and gloves and said Good
morning"
AS. he got down the stairs he remem-
bered he hadn't mentioned his uncle, and
he vowed never TO go near her again
shes positively impossible, he said.
Worse than / thought. Guileless enough
In her way, I've no doubt, but-smoking!''
He lighted cigarette to better soothe his
trritated nerves.
The next time they met was at the Amer
lean artists salon exhibit.
lie was strolling around with the young
woman ne had about made up his mind 20
marry. when he caught sight Of a familiar
and somewhat chic figure over in a corner,
no swells.
by Jove! there's that odd girl again."
ne said TO himself; and he gave such a
start that Miss Fayreweather asked him
what was the matter.
Nothing. Only a painter 7 know" said
lawrence. but somehow emitting TO men
tion the painters sex.
a painter. Oh. introduce him. dor
sad Miss Fayrevea Their. 1--WE always
wanted TO meet one. / never knew a genius
or even a talented person
Thanks" said Lawrence. promptly but
grateful for this little depression and gently
decoying his guests into a side room
which was the easier TO do as Mrs. Fayre-
weather was a matron of bulk and anxious
for "a seat.
oh. you have no talent" said Miss
Fayreweather. pouting n little, except to
evade demands. Please go and produce
Your painter"
"He-my-my painter. I mean, has gone
by now, | fear: however, bright idea
striking him-''TH go and make a search"
DO So said Miss Fayreweather.
DO So" said Mrs. Fayreweather.
And mind you bring him back" said
ner daughter, who not so pleased at
Law=---S prompt disappearance.
Jack STROBE gayly down the halls and
soon discovered the object OF his search,
Who together with her little coterie OF
friends, were grouped I'm front OF one OF the
prlze pictures ana seemed 10 be having