Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-10-12
OF A CAMPAIGN
BY MATT GRIM
Copyright, 1895, by Bachelor, johnson and
Bacheller.)
Continued from yesterday
CHAPTER II.

even more perfectly than she had ever
faneicd any man could. He was frank
and simple of manner and o.scn OF
| speech, but had q strong will, and Bar
bara loved = strong will. Then he also
had that generosity which is apt to ac-
company the artistic temperament,
| Ills admiration for women WAS of the
idcalistic sort, tenderly chivalrous and
revereatial. Barbara laughed to her
| sell over his unworldly faith, while the
| sensation of tears stung her eyes. She
| saw that his worldly experience had
aot been excessively broad or else that
| he had passed along with eyes closed
to the seltishness and folly OF her set.
lie painted well, surprisingly well for
a young man of such great eXpecta-
tons, and devoted himself assiduously
to work. That also appealed to her.
He will be great as well as rich, and
he is so lovable, SO lovable," she ac-
| knowledged to herself.
She had always expected to be inter
| ested in the personality of the man she
| married, but not to the extent that
Noel absorbed hen 1t was almost
alarming. 81 think I love him; yes,
| I'm sure l love him" She rested her
shin on her hands and unused awhile.
Why should her heart beat so fast and
loud every time she recalled a tender
glance or whispered word OF his? He
never had made love to her as other
men, why should she blush and palpi.
tate? "Well, positively this is the first
real mystery l ever came across in my
life. l feel so different, SO very differ
cnt."
She began walking the floor of her
little room with a restlessness that
would have astonished Mrs. Waring
could tnat lady have been a spectator.
Yet they say that's always the way"
she continued musing to herself. zone
reads about it until one is weary and
yet one is drawn on Just the same, and
1t IS always new"
The deep disquiet of her soul bewil-
dered her. There were some trinllcts
on her bureau and she arranged and
rearranged these, scanning the effect
each time as though the result were a
matter of grave moment. But her
thoughts were all the while busy with
other things Finally obeying an i'm
pulse she put on her best walking
gown and set forth for Noel's studio.
She had grown very fond of the studio,
but this was the first time she had ever
gone alone, and she wondered now
what her mother would say. But she
| must see him, analyze him in the light
OF this new revelation, if she couldn't
analyze herself. She knew that it was
his working hour, so she opened the
door and walked in.
He was painting away with all
fervor, with a dirty heavy-mouthed
droop-eyed child before him as a model.
"Why Miss Waring, Miss Waring," he
cried, delighted. Tin SO glad you've
come to-day. I've been wishing all
morning that you could be here. ]
wanted you to see this new model. See
what wild lovely tangle in her har,
and what long eyelashes she has. l
found her on the street and asked her
to come up with me. She makes fine
study in color with that yellow drapery
behind her"
Barbara was not artistic enough to
easily reflect his enthusiasm, yet the
picturesqucness of the child was not
entirely lost upon her.
"She is very good" she agreed, alb
sently, and walked around to look ut
the picture on the easel. She was
flushed and brcathless from rapid
walking and now that she stood in his
presence wished that she had not come.
please 90 on with your work." she
begged after a moment. Il shall feel
sorry if You don't, and talk to me about
your model. Where did you find hcr?"
"Cn the street. Do sit here on this
chair whore | can see you, too, if l am
to work while you are here
But she was too restless, uneasy over
the holiness of her visit, to sit down.
She continued to walk around looking
Mt sketches and odds and ends of draw
ing. Noel's eyes followed all her move
ments and his interest in his work
tagged. When Barbara saw the little
model stealing softly away, some shin.
ing coins in her dirty little hand, she
felt that she too must go.
Not just this moment" he pleaded,
putting out his hand
But | only came in for moment l
have some shopping-an appointment
=" she stammered, blushing and con-
fused. Then she looked up at him as
they stood facing each other, and he
took one of her hands between both o.
his.
as it true, Barbara"
''Is what true?"
81 love you, love you 50, do you love
me little? II seem to read it in
your eyes
'Oh, you must let me go" she
breathed, suffering an intenser fright
over her own emotion than over the
impropriety of the situation, standing
there alone with him in his studio.
Eyes, this instant, sweetheart; but
Tn coming this evening to see YOU"
Eyes, come" she faltered, as she van
ished through the doorway and fed
downstairs.
The engagement was publicly an
nounced in few days. Mrs. Col. War
ing believed in letting the world appre.