Gulf Coast breeze. [volume] (Crawfordville, Fla.) 1897-19??, 1898-05-06
: Clint LOTing'S NelghbOT :
ny JENNY WREN.

Cllnt LOrlnp nau Iailen almost
asleep in his chair on that warm Sep.
TENDER evening. He had been bend
ing over his easel all day, and was
worn out in mind and body.
Painting for amusement and paint
ing to keep the wolf from the door he
found to be totally different matter.
In days gone by his studio had been
constantly thronged, not with buyers
The had no need to foster his genius),
but with friends and almirers-those
who smoked his cigars and drank his
wine, as they dilated on the merits OF
his pictures.
He had neither the one nor the
other now to offer them, and the pic
lures seemed to have lost their charm.
Fortunately, there were a fe. dealers
who cared more for art than the artist,
and so when Clint one morning
wakened to find himself practically
beggared, lie determined TO make his
talents available, and so he quietly
moved away from the large and oXpen-
sive quarters he had so luxuriously
furnished to the plain upper room
where we now find him dreaming,
perhaps, of the past, when suddenly
a wo.nan's voice, rich, sweet and clear,
breaks upon his reverie.
He starts, awakened in an instant,
and listens to the end
IL IL in the very room next his own.
Nothing but thin partition divides
the two. Only last night n mans
tread, heavy and somewhat uncertain,
denoted it's occupant. Tonight oil
had been silence, until the pure notes
rang out upon the evening air.
Somehow they fingered in Clint
Loring's dreams that night, again with
m echo Of the dim past, when he had
stalls Mt the opera by The season, and
could crafty the very passion for
music which possessed him.
The room had had many tenants
since he had occupied his own; but,
with the next mornings dawning, his
first thoughts flew to his neighbor,
with regretful wonder whether she,
too, would be fleeing like the rest.
II seemed not, for, as the days
merged into weeks, there were many
moments when Clint would forget his
palette and brush, and listen en-
tranced.
He grew to feel strange interest
in his unknown neighbor. Never yet
had he been able to catch glimpse Of
her face. Sometimes light, quick
step would pass his door, but, let
him turn his head howsoever quickly,
it had disappeared.
One night, returning home, rather
later than usual, lie caught sight, just
ahead, entering the door, o. n stylish,
girlish figure. which ran lightly and
swiftly ahead of him up the stairway.
The figure was graceful, the dress
plain, but he had little time to observe
either as she hurried into her room
and closed the door.
A sudden impulse caused him to re-
trace his steps, and when next lac APP
peared, he bore carefully in his arms
a rosebuah full of blossoms. He
neither paused nor hesitated until he
stood at his neighbours threshold, when
he knocked, A moment later the door
opened, and the owner of the room
stood revealed before him.
1t was face worthy the voice. A
little worn, little pale, perhaps, for
beauty, but with it's wondering blue
eyes and framework OF Titan hair,
one could easily imagine how perfect
would be the picture, with here and
there an added dash Of color.
Both stood in silence, she inquir-
ingly, he wondering how he should
begin, when he spoke:
"You will pardon my intrusion, /
hope, but fear il leave these flowers
in my room they will fade and wither.
1 have not much time to give attention
to such things. May l leave them with
you?"
''Oh, how lovely! Indeed, indeed
you may! Thank you, very much"
STOPPING to kiss one Of the blossoms
of the plant she held in her hands.
"But how came you to think Of me, n
stranger?"
81 had heard you sing, and knew
You were q woman, and all women
love flowers. May come in and tell
you more about itP Ny name is Clint
Loring, and I am your nextdoor
neighbor. II wait TO be formally
presented, / fear I shall never know
you"
For minute she hesitated, then q
bright smile lit mp her face, as she
looked into the honest eyes awaiting
an answer to his question. Handsome
eyes they were, too, which had found
their way to many Q woman's heart
So she answered:
"Yes, you may come in. 1t seems