Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1899-11-02

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and the next moment hand was on the
door knob, and the door opened wide.
Inside was a man with beard on his
face and saucepan in one hand.
"Come in," said the man with the
beard. $50 you've got here at last. I've
lost a whole morning waiting for you.
Come in. Shut the door after YOU.
And the man with the beard stalked
away, ahead of her, into a room full of
a litter of portfolios, hangings, camp
chairs and drawing boards, with little
| platform up in one corner and an easel
in the other.
She was seriously frightened. This
man was certainly not Wat. If she had
obeyed her instinct she would have
turned and run away. But then this
must be Watts studio, SO she had her
mind made up not to be frightened by
the bearded intruder.
SORRY to-" she began, advancing in
to the room.
"Oh, that's all right" the bearded
to be cross, you know. Suppose there
must have been some mistake. Guthrie
said he would give you my message, but
I suppose he bungled railways does
bungle things. Let's begin"
This bearded man was in q hurry.
Addie had no idea what he wanted to
begin.
"Ismy brother here ?" she stammered,
hardly knowing what she was saying,
or she would have put the question in
another way.
Your brother?" said the bearded
man, putting down the saucepan and
looking up at her with look of sur
prise.
"Yes," said Addie. IL expected to
find him here.''
What for? only wanted you to put
on sunbonnet and sit for the head.
There's the sunbonnet over in the cor
ner by the chair
He could say ''the chair" without be-
ing ambiguous, for there was only one
chair proper in the room; the other
seats were only folding stools.
II don't know anything about your
sunbonnet," said Addie, beginning to
be angry. II came here to see my
brother, Mr.. Walter Andrews. This is
his studio, isn't it?"
"Oh!" the bearded man exclaimed,
jumping out from behind the easel
which he had begun to push into the
right position for sketching in the head
with the sunbonnet. "Oh, see! It's "a
mistake, then? You're not the model 90
mo, I'm not the model said Addie,
very plainly. I'm Miss Adelina An
drews."
swell, I'm very sorry, I'm sure. You
see, I've never seen the girl myself.
That idiot Guthrie undertook to get her
for me-said she was a fresh blond
just what 1 wanted for my sunbonnett
picture. That's what comes of letting
another man get your model for YOU"
eyes, but where's my brother?" Addie
persisted.
"Your brother? Oh, Andrews? He's
on the third floor, you know
isn't this the third foor?" Addie de-
manded, strong in the certainty that
she had made no mistake in counting
the floors.
"No, this is the second" the bearded
man promptly answered. "The third is
the floor above. If you'll wait a mo-
ment I'll run up and see if Andrews is
in. don't believe he is, though
II don't see how could have made
any mistake about the fioors," Addie
persisted, as if she more than half sus-
pected the bearded man of prevarica-
ton. II counted the fioors-one door
on each floor"
''Then you must have counted in the
ground floor" said the man.
"Of course did. Don't you?"
"Not in this house. You see, the door
is on the level of the street."
'What's that got to do with it," Ad-
die asked, severely.
"Quite great deal. Perhaps you
don't live in the city? We don't gen
orally count in the ground floor, you
know. In fact, it isn't floor; it's the
ground"
Huh! That's funny way of looking
at it." said Addie.
II expect it isl said the bearded man,
looking thoughtfully and critically at
Adde'S face. But if you like I'll just
run up and see if your brothers in his
room. He generally goes out in the
afternoon"
II wish you would" said Addie, sit
ting down very composedly in the chair
that was waiting for the model on the
little platform.
The bearded man ran out, leaving his
door open, and Addie heard him skip
up the stairs and begin very lively
pounding on the door above.
"Andrews! Oh, Andrews!" came the
voice of the bearded man down the
stairs in a succession of long drawn
and very distinct walls.
Then followed a pause, after which
there was more pounding on the door
of the sacred shrine and more bawling.
Addie felt chill go over her while
this uproar continued. Such an exhibit
ton of familiarity at the door of the
shrine of Wat impressed her as down
right profanity.
Then another voice came up from be-
low: "Hi, Citheroe! Shut up that row
or the fire engine will be here in an
other minute. Andrews went out two
hours ago."
Down came the bearded man and into