The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-11-12


lonely and insignificant. But long before
thrown off these unwelcome feelings and
was rejecting on the brilliant future which
she believed lay before her. 1t was q very
| bright and CHEEKY girl who was met in st.
| Pancras by the artist-friend with whom
| she was prepared to throw in her lot. When
all was said and done Kitty found great
solace in the thought that If the worst came
| to the worst and she failed there was al
ways her home to go to and her ESQ a year
to fall back upon.
III.
Three years have gone by and Kitty is
| still In London. She has not tired of her
scheme. as her mother prophesied-and de-
voutly hoped-she would in a month; but is
more determined than ever to go on and
| prosper.
| She and Myra Sinclair are not living In
the rooms where they made their adventur-
Gus start, for they have found that they can
| take better and larger apartments, as well
as studio. which is the delight of the two
| girls hearts.
1t is in this studio that we find them one
bright, cold December afternoon. both sit
ting close to the fire. Myra on the hearth
rug, with book in her hand, and Kitty on
a low chair, with her drawing board on her
| lap busily drawing a heading for a story
Kitty is a born black and white artist It
Is delight to her to see the ornamental
letters-which are her chief work, as the de-
mand for them is so large-grow under her
| fingers, and so deft is she that she can still
| go on with them even when the room is
| filled with callers and there is continuous
buzz of conversation in which she Is expect
ed to join.
| Myra had let her book drop into her lap
and was earnestly regarding her friend as
she drew. Suddenly she said: II wonder,
| Kitty, If you are aware how very pretty
you have grown lately. Not that you were
not always that, but there is something al
| most bewitching about you in these days. If
l did not know better, / should say that
| there was a lover in the case"
| Kitty gave such a start that she dropped
her board, which fell with crash into the
/ fender. She quickly stopped to pick it up.
but not before her friend had seen the flush
which had dyed her usually pale face. How
can you talk such nonsense, Myra?" she
said, rather guiltily, 1t must be confessed.
| "Humphr' answered Myra, I'm not so
| certain about its being nonsense. / don't
| see why you should have given a start like
| that and turned the color of boiled lobster
II there was nothing in my little suggestion.
Who is it, Kitty. my grip
| Myra received a shock when the usually
| good-tempered Kitty jumped up from her
chair and saying sharply Il wish you would
learn to mind your own business. Myra,"
left the room. shutting the door with de-
| cided slam, leaving Myra literally gasping
| with establishment.
Well she calculated to herself when she
had somewhat recovered from her amaze
| ment, there is man in II. Now whoever
| can 1t be?''
After few minutes reflection an idea
| seemed to strike her. Can it be that good
looking man she met when she first went
| to the Herald office. Now I come to think
/ of 1t she has never mentioned him since,
although I am quite certain she sees him
/ whenever she goes 1t is a bad sign,
| very bad sign, when a girl leaves off talk
| ing about a man." and Myra looked solemn
| ly into the fire and shook her head sagely.
Meanwhile Kitty. in the privacy of her
own room, was taking herself angrily to
task for letting herself be so disturbed
| at Myra's testing remarks.
Can 1t be possible that 1 have thought
so much about Mr.. Howard that 1t has
made difference in my looks? Idiot that
| Il
| by his attentions. 1 ought to be grateful
| TO Myra for opening my eyes, but somehow
I'm not. All the same will put an end to
| my idiocy, whatever happens"
Accordingly the next morning Kitty was
| on her way to the Herald office with
| parcel of sketches which had been ordered
| by the editor. The editor of the Herald
| was her best customer; he thought very
highly of her work and was willing to take
| as much as she could do and pay we'll for
| 1t, too In spite Of this, however, Kitty
/ determined that she would give up entirely
/ supplying the Herald with sketches, and
| so tear herself away from the destinations
| Of the editor for that was the post which
| Mr. Howard held.
1t came as an unwelcome shock to her to
| discover that she had nearly given away
| her heart to one who had never suggested
/ that she should do so. and she was deter
| mined that, however hard. she would cure
| herself OF her foIly-for folly she termed ii
| before IL became too late. She had always
| considered herself proof against love and
/ lovers, holding up to herself and others the
| maxim that girls should carve out line
| for themselves and be independent. And her
| horror was great and her pride humbled
| as she reflected that she had done herself
what she had so despised in others.
She most sincerely hoped that she would
| not meet Mr.. Howard this morning. She
was much earlier than usual and trusted
she would get her business over with the
art editor before Charlie Howard made his
| appearance.
But she was disappointed The art editor.
upon hearing her announcement that she
would not be able to undertake any more
,~so
| from her resolution that she was with him
for quite an hour before she could make
him believe that her decision was final. and
| as she was hurrying on. OF the vestibule.
congratulating herself upon having man.
aged so nicely. who should come leisurely
| walking In but the one man above all 9TH
ers she did not desire TO meet