The Globe-republican., 1893-12-01
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CHAPTER Iu-CoNTINCED
81 thereupon led the way up the
steps and into the vehicle Matt fol-
lowed; but, so soon as she caught a
glimpse of the interior. stood timidly
on the threshold. What is there in the
atmosphere of house, even the rudest,
which places the visitor at disadvan-
Even animals feel this, and dogs espe-
-cially, when visiting strange premises,
exhibit most abject humility. But
must not generalize. The bearings of
this remark, to quote my friend Capt.
Cutie, lie in the application of it.
Matt for a moment was awed.
"'Come in, Matt; come in l said.
-'She came in by slow degrees, and
noticed for the first time-sceing how
near her hat was to the roof-that she
was unusually tall. l then did the
honors of the place. showed her my
sleeping arrangements, my culinary
implements. everything that thought
would interest her. l offered her the
armchair, or turncd-up bcdstead; but
she preferred a stool which l some
times used for my feet, and, sitting
down upon it, looked round her with
obvious admiration.
Should you like to live in house
like this?' l asked, cncouragirgly.
-.Shc shook her head with decision.
<'Why not? demanded.
~:She did not exactly know why, or,
rat any rate, could not explain. Wish
ing to interest and amuse her,
handed her a portfolio of my sketches.
chiefly in pencil and pen and ink, but
q few in water colors. Her manner
changed at once. and she turned them
over with little cries of delight. 1t
yves clear that Matt had a taste for the
beautiful in art. but her chief attrac-
ton was for pictures representing the
human face or figure.
Among the sketches she found a
crayon drawing Of an antique and
.blear-eyed gentleman in 4 skull cap,
copied from some RcElbrandtish pic
Lure l had seen abroad.
81 know who this is she exclaimed.
-.Jt's William Jones father
IL assured her on my honor that
William Jones' father was not person
ally known to me, but she seemed a
little incredulous. Presently she rose
to go.
81 can't stop no longer, she cx-
planned. I've got to go to Monkshurst
for William Jones'
'Monkshurst? Is that where the
aoolite Mr.. Monk resides"
"'Yes; up in the wood she replied,
with q grimace expressive of no little
dislike.
"'Is Mr.. Monk friend of yours"
"Her answer was a very decided
siegative. Then, slouching to the
door, she swung herself down to the
ground I followed. and stood on the
threshold. looking down at her.
Don't forget that I'm to paint
Jour picture said. When will you
come back?'
Tomorrow, maybe.
80 4 shall expect you. Good-by.
Good-by. MASTER she returned.
Reaching up to shake hands.
II watched her as she walked away
towards the road. and noticed that she
took bold strides like 4 boy. On reach
ing the road she looked back and
laughed, then she drew herself to-
gether and began running like young
deer, with little or nothing of her for
mer clumsiness, until she disappeared
among the sand-hills.
~'Thursday.-This morning. just at
ter breakfast. when had entered the
caravan to prepare my materials for
the days painting, Tim appeared at
the door with horrid grin.
There's a young lady asking fol-
ye,' he said.
81 had forgotten for the moment my
appointment of the day before, and,
when leaped from the caravan. I per
-ceived standing close by, with her back
to me and her face toward the lake
the figure of young woman. At first
L failed to identify her, for she wore 9
black hat and q white feather, cloth
Jacket, and a dress which almos,
reached the ground; but she turned
round as approached her and recog
oized my new acquaintance.
81 cannot say that she was improves
by her change of costume. In the frs
place, it made her look several year
older-in fact, quite young womanly
In the second place, it was tawdy. no
to say servantgally. II may coin sucl
an adjective. The dress was Of thi!
silk, old and frayed. and looked a. II !