Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1900-08-09
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what he thought Of its color scheme.
She went early. The great artist re-
ceived her graciously. She was worth
just so much money to him at ths
league. She apologized for premature
ness on the score Of having no escort
"And then l wanted to ask you
look at something before anybody g0t
here"
She cautiously drew her precious
pastel from her black silk bag and laid
Il timidly before the great artist. He
gave one glance at It and bounded
from his seat
'where did you find itf Where did
you get herr Where ID sheY' s
'Isn't she lovelyY Miss Lidy glowed
with self complacency.
But the girl. the child! drove her
from my door with a look. and I've suf-
fered the torments of the damned ever
since. can't get rid Of those eyes"
81 don't understand" said Miss Lidys
puckering her forehead.
"Of course you don't haven't ex-
planned yet II was this way: I'd just
got home from dinner at Dei's ono
night weeks ago. Nelson was about to
sail for Europe the next morning. We
fellows had given him jolly send on
champagne. you know. waA pulling
on my overcoat II was growing dark
out Of doors, and It was raining.
know q stiR east wind had chilled mo
to the marrow. Ny bell rang. and (
was irritated at having to leave my
easy chair by tho register.
when opened the door. the light Of
the hall lamp fell on girl wrapped IN
q blue waterproof. She had drawn the
hood of It over her hat saw frame
work OF yellow curls about divineIy
rounded face. saw two pleading. ten
der eyes and 2 pair Of trembling lips. ;
II don't know what devil p0ssessed
me, but felt that must either drew
her into my arms then and there or deal
with her harshly. looked down 1t hcr
with growl and asked her what IN the
deuce she wanted. without . word she
turned about and almost Hsw dsSp the
steps. s
II don't believe have spent s,nxao
waking moment without signing tns =
glimpse Of that sweet face just once
more. want to show her thar am
not quite the brute I must hAve srssn-
ed"
Miss Lidy's eyes were fun OF tears.
"Poor child, poor little tlmId thing!
! suppose she was trying to take my
advice"
"Your advieer
YES; told her once that Ii over She
had to do anything for her living an
she need do would be to 60 ~ an art
lists model"
"And you sent her to meY
"No; ! didn't send her to anybody
particularly"
Then she may have gone to some
other fellow
"Oh, hope she did! I'm sure, II she
took my advice at all, 1t must be be-
cause she was dreadfully put to It for
q living. I'm afraid she does have
hard time, what with sick mother
and an irresponsible father"
"But how came You to know 80 much
about herr"
II know very little about her. We
i've In the same house; that's all"
"Oh. you dor
Then there were other guests to be-
seen to, and the great Dabney's rooms
were soon so full that Miss I.idy Selt
quite overshadowed and got away as
promptly and quietly as possible. She
had forgotten her picture!
That night, after the latest slayer
among his guests had taken himself
or, Dabney flung himself into d chair
and opened drawer into which he
had surreptitiously conveyed Miss
Lidy's picture. He never meant that
she should carry it away with her.
He sat a long time studying the crude
little sketch. Then he laid II away
again with almost caressing care. The
beauty Of the face was no revelation to
him. He had grasped 1t In even great
er beauty as she had stood under the
light OF his hall lamp, white, palpitat-
Ing, her lovely eyes wide with terror.
Then he had had no time to study
the moral attributes Of the face whose
physical allurements stamped them
selves 50 indelibly upon his memory.
But now. even In Miss Lidy's POOR pic
ture, he could trace the lines that made
Tor refinement. sensitiyeness. endur.
ance. 4
CONrrNuED IN a,ryf pAAH