The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1897-08-15

larger than palette knife. Then / came
home to New York, and as | was no use
there / came here to study"
81 am from South Carolina" she said
quietly with rising color.
He put his palette down and glanced
at her black dress. EYES," she went on
doggedly, 'my father lost all his property
and was killed in battle with the North
erners; I am an orphan-a pupil of the
| Conservative" 1t was never her GUS
| tom to allude to her family or her lost
| fortunes; she knew not why she did it
now, but something impelled her to rid
her mind of it to him at once. Yet she
was panied at his grave and plying face.
81 am very sorry" he said simply.
Then after a pause he added, with
gentle smile. "At all events you and /
will not quarrel here under the wings Of
the French eagles which shelter us both"
81 only wanted to explain why l was
alone in Paris" she said, a little less
laggressively.
He replied by unlocking his palette,
which was ingeniously fastened by a
strap over his shoulder under the miss
ing arm, and opened portfolio OF
sketches at his side. Perhaps they
may interest you more than the copy,
which I have attempted only to get at
this mans method. They are sketches l
have done here"
There was a butteress of Notre Dame,
a black arch of the Pont Neuf, part of
an old 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 If you copied one of these master
pieces-you know you could sell it. There
is always n demand for that work"
Eyes" he replied. "but these help me
in my line, which is architectural study.
It is perhaps not very ambitious" he
added, thoughtfully, "but," Frightening
in again. 81 sell these sketches, too.
They are quite marketable, assure you"
Helen's heart sank again. She remem-
hered now to have seen such sketches
she doubted not they were his-in the
cheap shops in the Rue Poissoniere tick
eted at a few francs each. She was ST.
lent as he patiently turned them over.
Suddenly she uttered little cry.
He had just uncovered little sketch
of what seemed at first sight only con-
fused cluster or roftops, dormer windows,
and chimnegs, level with the sky line.
But it was bathed in the white sunshine
Of Paris against the blue sky she knew so
well. There, too, were the gritty crystals
and rust Of the tiles, the red, brown,
and greenish MOSES of the cutters, and
lower down the more vivid colors of ge-
anuims and pansies in flower pots under
the white dimity curtains which hid the
small panes of garnet windows, yet ev-
ry sordid detail touched and TRANSPORTED
with the poetry and romance Of youth
and genius.
''You have sen this?" she said.
eyes. IL is study from my win
dow One must go high for such effects.
You would be surprised if you could see
how different the air and sunshine"
NO." she interrupted gently, I have
seen it,"
"You?" he repeated, gazing at her GU
riously.
Helen ran the point Of her slim finger
along the edge of the sketch until it reach
ed tiny dormer window in the left hand
corner half hidden by an irregular Chin
ney stack. The curtains were closely
drawn. Keeping her finger she said in
terrogatiyely: "And you see that win
down.
eyes, quite plainly. remember it was
always open and the room seemed empty
from early morning to evening, when the
curtains were drawn"
sit is my room," she said simply.
Their eyesm eft with this sudden confess
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