Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-08-07


did not murmur a compliment to the copy
over the artists back"
She smiled, too-yet with little pang
over the bread: But she was relieved to
see that he evidently had not recognized
her You are modest" she said. You do
not attempt masterpieces"
''Oh, no. The giants like Titan and Cor
reggie must be served with both hands. !
have only one," he said, half lightly, half
sadly.
But you have been a soldier" she said.
with quick intuition.
Not much. Only during our war-until
was compelled to handle nothing larger
than palette knife. Then 1 came home TO
New York, and as was no use there
came here to study.
II am from South Carolina, sne salu,
quietly, with rising color.
He Put his palette down and glanced at
her black dress. Yes" she went on, DOG,
sedly, my father lost all his property and
was killed in battle with the northerners;
1 am an orpban-a pupil of the conserve
toire." 1t was never her custom TO alluue
to her family her lost fortunes; she
knew not why she did it now. but some
thing impelled her to rid her mind OF 1t 10
him at once. Yet she was panied at MS
grave and plying face. r
IT am very sorry" he said, simply. Ihsn
after a pause he added, with gentle SMILE
AT all events. you and l will not quarre!
here under the wings OF the french eagles
which shelter US BOTH
1T only wanted to explain why 1 was
alone in Paris" she said, little less ag-
gressively.
He replied by unlocking his palette, which
was ingeniously fastened by strap over
his shoulder under the missing arm, anu
opened a portfolio of sketches at ms sac.
"Perhaps they may interest you more thah
the copy. which l have attempted only TO
get at this mans method. They are sketch
es l have done here.
There was a buttress of Notre Dame, a
black arch of the Pont Neuf, part OF an oio
courtyard in the Faubourg st. Germain-
all very fresh and striking. Yet with the
recollection of his poverty in her mind she
could not help saying: But II you copied
could sell it. There is always demand
for tina. work.
Yes" he replied, ''but these help me in
my line, which is architectural study. 1t is
perhaps not very ambitious" he added,
thoughtfully, but Frightening up again,
81 sell these sketches, too. They are quite
marke table, 1 assure you"
Helens heart sank again. She remem-
hered to have seen such sketches
she doubted not they wore his-in the cheap
shops in the Rue Poissoniere ticketed at
few francs each. She was silent as he pa
tientIy turned them over. Suddenly she ut
tered little cry.
He had just uncovered a little sketch of
what seemed at first sight only confused
cbimneys, level with the sky line. But it
was bathed in the white sunshine of Paris
against the blue sky she knew well.
There. too, were the gritty crystals and
x
ish MOSES of the cutters, and lower down
the more vivid colors of geraniums and
pansies In flower pots under the white dim
ity curtains which hid the small panes of
garnet windows. yet every sofdid detail
touched and TRANSPORTED with the poetry
and romance of youth and genius.
You have seen this?" she said.
Yes. 1t is a study from my window
one must go high for such effects. You
would be surprised if you could see how
dimerent the air and sunshine
seen It,"
"9ou?' he repeated, gazing at her curl
ously.
,, Helen ran the point of her slim finger
CORNER window in the left-hand corner
nalf hidden by an irregular chimney stack.
me curtains were closely drawn. Keeping
a ier nneer upon the SPOT she said, tnterrog-
alvey: AND you see that Window"
Yes. quite plainly. 1 remember II was
aa.Ways open and the room seemed empty
curtains were drawn
NJ NJ IS my room,' she said simply.
aheir eyes met with this sudden confess
h sion vi tneir equal poverty. "And mine"
tn,, saio sayly, from which this view was
the other street" '''sner up on
stratnt p pd laughed as II some singular re-
s.iaint had been removed. Helen even for
Tber III. .h ancioent OF the bread in her relief
men tney compared notes of their ex
periences, OF their different concierpes ~
their housekeeping, of the cbean stora oh
emu 'he cheaper restaurants of Paris-,-ex-
,Iepl one. She told him her name and
learned that his was PhiIin or ~ sha
Pleased, Major Ostrander Suddenly ,.1.Jn-
ins at ner companions who were ostenta
LOUSY LOUSY lingering at little distance, she
became conscious for the first time that she
was talking quite confidentially to a very
handsome man. and for a brief moment
t Misneu; she knew not why, that he had
% peen n palmer; This momentary restraint
was accented by the entrance of a lady and
gentieman-rather distingue in dress and
pearlng-who had stopped before them and
were eying equally the artist his work. and
MS companion with somewhat fnsolent
curiosity. Helen felt herself stiffening her
companion drew himself up with soldierIy
risidlty: FOR moment 1t seemed as if
under that banal influence they would part
with ceremonious continental noiteness
but suddenly their hands met in a nationai
handshake and with a frank smile they
separated. eieS
helen rejoined her companions. so YOU
nave made conquest of the recently ar
CURED but unknown Greek statuea" sold
Mademoiselle Renee lightly You should
take up subscription to restore his arm
ma petlte, II there is modern sculptor
who can do it. You might suggest it to- the
TWO RUSSIAN cognoscenti, who have been
noVering around him as If they wanted to
Duy MIN as well as his work. Madame la
tta. ,heesse is rich enough to indulge her ar
tstic taste" 1T is a countryman of mine"
said Helen simply. He certainly does not
speak French" said mademoiselle mis-
GENEROUSLY. Nor think it," responded
Helen with equal vivacity. Nevertheless
sne wished she had seen him alone
She thought nothing more of him that
day In her finishing exercises. But the next
morning as she went to open her window
after dressing she drew back with a new
consciousness, and then, making a peep hole
IN the curtain, looked over the opposite
roofs. She had seen them many times he
fore, but now they had acquired new pic
turesqueness, which, as her view was of
course the reverse of the poor painters
sketch. must have been a transfgured
memory of her own. Then she glanced
curiously along the line Of windows level
with hers; all these, however, with their
occasional revelations of the menage be-
hind them, were also familiar to her. but
now she began to wonder which was his
singular interest at last impelled her to lift
her eyes. Higher in the corner house and
SO near the roof that it scarcely seemed
possible Tor grown man to stand upright
behind It, was an oeil de boeuf looking
down upon the other roofs, and framed in
that circular opening like a vignette was
the handsome face of Major Ostrander His
eyes seemed to be turned toward her win