The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1893-02-11
IN WOMAN'S WORLD.
She is the Sweet Maroram Of the Salad,
or rather, the Herb Of Grace

Germ as Grace renewed her struggle with
the regulation blues and puppies.
But l don't see them So" she muir
INJURED In a moment Of absorbed effort.
GRACE he blurted out almost before
he knew II, Il don't believe you see
anything. Excuse me, but don't believe
you ever did. / don't believe in your art;
i don't believe in your career; don't be-
lieve in your independence You're sim
ply spelling the incest girl In the world
with II. 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 1t.
There, now. I've said It; come"
But IL 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,
hurryng down the hill. with her head
bowed.
I'm a brute-a miserable brute!'
Woodson remarked TO himself with con-
siderable force as he watched her strid-
ing toward the half-dry creek But
some one ought to have told her. Her
art is all fooishness Look at Fleming.
even He's forty, and I'd like to know
where he'd be If II wasn't for his teach
ing. But I'm a brute, just the samoa
heartless brute!"
There was plum thicket along the
creek, and after watching Grace disap-
pear within il WOOdson set about picking
up her sketching kit. This done. 1t oc-
Cured to him that 1T would be proper
penance 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 sign of Grace. Could 1t be that any
thing had happened to her? The thought
made him catch his breath for a mo-
ment He knew she was impulsive-capa
bic Of any rash move in moment OF eX-
element. Then he heard stirring in the
plum thicket and came face TO face upon
her in a little opening. crying softly to
herself.
"Grace." he called, "why, what's the
matter? I know I'm brute, but l didn't
think you'd take 1t So"
ooh. can't you help me?' she pleaded
and began cropping about and feeling ann
lessly 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 is the natter he querled
again as she came cropping toward MN
and stumbled against him.
cant you help me at ALP
''Of course / can, small girl; you're all
right. Nothing shall touch you, ne re-
iterated 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 better
without them, blue eyes. Confess. now
you really never saw before. Give up
trusting in those wretched glasses and
trying ITO be Independent. Come, see
your career through my eyes"
But still she held back at arms length.
really defiant His fingers left white
circle where they clasped her wrists. She
seemed ready TO cry and then smiled in
st lad.
you'll get my glasses If promises"
He nodded.
Suddenly throwing her arms about his
neck, she said
81 always liked your eyes" and pre- ssed
a kiss on either lid. maybe you were
right about my art" she added seriously.
"But that needn't interfere. need it?'
Interfere. Why, I'll tell that man that
I've decided not to take his cattle and
we'll turn the whole herd into paint"
Then he reached over and carefully dis
engaged her glasses from the twig where
he had seen them hanging as he entered
the thicket.--G. Melville Upton in Kate
Fields Washington.