The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1895-08-27

winged NY that hovers over. No
feather fly and spoon hook have ever
swept that water.
IL was all about her, but the girl
dld not know it-Bohemia, land of
childhood and innocence, of all good
things in life.
AT TWENTY-FIVE
Tho curtain has gone down on the
last stage picture, the immense
audience has turned its back upon the
orchestra, which is pouring ont in
stentorlan tones the stirring strains of
The Star Spangled Banner" Fashion
and beauty have been present to hear
star OF uuusuul magnitude read one
OF Shakespeare wonderful characters
In the process of n play, and they are
going out more than ever impressed
with the great bard's wonderful
knowledge of the natures and man
ners and genius of men.
In right hand box some ladies
have been sitting during the perform
ance, deeply interested until the next
to the final act, when the principal
character leaves the stage. He has
been the guest of the elderly woman
at dinner, for he is one Of society's
favorites wherever he goes. With
the box party there is dark girl in
red cloak, rich velvet ruflles close
about her throat, red flower in her
lefty hair and few moro are in her
hand. This is Janet Townsend Mt
twenty-five. the clever artist whose
work depicts many scenes in books of
the day, whose pen and ink sketches
are sought by publishers everywhere.
The Indies are waiting for the crowd
to pass out, so they may go comfort
ably to their carriage, then the stage
door swings and the star is standing
with them-a man OF some thirty
seven, straight and firm, cy es dark and
tender ms woman's, aud hair that is
touched with n tint OF sunshine. He
Is conspicuous figure in the world of
men, yet there is not single trick Of
manner or II distinguished feature or
whim to attract. Brilliant, straight
forward, honest and sincere, poet in
nature, he sees the beautiful of life
and recognizes it everywhere.
The Indies shake hands with him,
with words and praise OF thanks for Il
delightful evening. Janet is the last
to offer her hand, and the others are
passing out toward the lobby as she
does So.
They walk slowly up the short Gight
OF steps, he still holding her fingers as
If in assistance.
"Ihere is something very peculiar
about this" he j. saying. az have
never met you until to-day, and vet it
seems rs if | had known you all my
life. The full glare of tho electric
light is falling upon her uplirted face.
a flush creeps up to her cheeks, max
ing them ulmest the tint of the rullles
about her throat. She smiles brightly.
Perhaps we met in some other
world, she says.
81 am sure we have not; should
have remembered. Mrs. Allyn tells
me You have made some character
sketches from one of my plays"
81 made them from your photo
graphs? Would you like to see
them ?"
"May To-
eff you care to come tomorrow af-
ternoon l shall be pleased to show
them you.
He puts her into the carriage with
her friends, and then stands for mo-
mcnt looking after the brougham roll
ing down the white nsphplted street.
''Whnt a glorious woman !"
Janet Townscnd's studio is a simple
place where artists may always be sure
of finding kindred souls on Friday af-
| ternoon, where newspaper men and
! publishers drop in and get ideas for
this or that. Pictures, draperies, pot
ted plants, portfolios, and hundreds
of sketches in black AID white are all
about.
Janet is talking to well-known
/ publisher about cover design when
the star entcrs. She drops the piece
of carl AMI goes forward to greet
/ him
81 am so glal you have come. "
The welcome is simple, but the flush
ON her face speaks more than words.
She shows him the sketches, exquis-
lite work from photographs IN charac-
ter, anil one by one, as tine day is
/ drawing TO close, the visitors drift
out, aud they arc left alone.
4 sort OF embarrassment creeps
| over both.
"Yoa havc hal a successful season -
Very
"Aud you will come this way
ngaiu?"
''l hope so. lie looks up quickly.
| She raises her eyes flo reaches out
his hands uul tptp4 ous or bar.