The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-01-03

giles with the regulation blues and
puppies.
..But I don't see them So" she
murmured In a moment Of absorbed et
fort.
.sGrace.. he blurted out almost be-
fore he knew ii, ST 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 ca
reer; don't believe in your indepen-
densei You're simply spelling the
incest girl In the world with it. You
see everything through Fleming's eyes
You see things blue and purple because
he does; and newell, he sees things
that way because some fellows over In
Paris do, and don't believe in it.
There, now, I've said it, come.
But it was not 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, hur-
rying down the hill with her head
bowed.
s.K'm a brute, miserable brutem
Woodson remarked to himself with
considerable force, as he watched her
striding toward the half-dry creek.
'sBut some one ought to have
told her. Her art is all foolishness.
Look at Fleming. even He's forty,
and I'd like to know where he'd be if 1t
wasn't for his teaching. But I'm
brute, just the same. heartless
bruter'
There was plum thicket along the
creek, and watching Grace disappear
within it Woodson set about picking up
her sketching kit. This done, it oc-
CURED to him that it would be proper
penance on his part to wash her BRUSH
es-he had always hated dirty brushes
SO. Gathering them up, he started to-
ward the creek. When he got there he
could see no sign of Grace. Could it be
that anything had happened to herr
The thought made him catch his breath
for a moment He knew she was inn
pulsive-capable of any rash move in
moment of excitement. Then he heard
stirring in the plum thiclet. and came
face to face upon her in little open
ing, crying softly to herself.
ssGrace,n he called out, why. what's
the matter? / know I'm brute, but
didn't think you'd take it so. .
..Oh, cant you help me?" she plead
ed, and began grasping about and feel
ing aimlessly around 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 to-
ward him and stun bled against him.
Cant you help me at alp
ssOf course can, small girl, you're
all right. Nothing shall touch you,
he reiterated as his arms closed around
her.
ssOh, silly. can't you see I've lost my
glassesl' she exclr med. 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 His fingers left
a white circle where they clasped her
wrists. 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: 81 always liked
your eyes, and pressed kiss on either
lid. Maybe you were right about my
art. she added. seriously. "But-this
needn't interfere, need it?'
.'Interfere why, III tell that man
tina. I've decided not to take his cattle
and we'll turn the whole herd into
paint.
Then he reached over and carefully
disengaged her glasses from the twig
where he had seen them hanging as he
entered the thiclxet e Melville Up
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