The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-02-04

covered with scarlet flowers. and q hand
ful OF purple asters lay across her knee.
Inc mobility of her face fascinated him
1t was infinitely pictorial
suddenly little exclamation escaped
her and she shut the book
It's very interesting" she said. cara
you getting what you wanted?"
Some of It, thank you-or something
full"
And shall you paint the picture here?"
No-at my Studio. See that mist
rising like incense through the arches
or the trees! It's like an old chant
estrinian"
All. do you know music them"
why should you think so? don't
Know much of it,
The feeling of 1t Is all through vo,,r
work-what I've seen of It, In the swirl
OF that grayish paint. And here
she opened the sketch book and pointed
to pencil Of dancing woman-a head
less figure wound in stately spirals and
volutes of drapery
L can see 1t all through here.
shouldn't wonder If 1t were something
quite Observation-Disclosures It's
a sort of firmness-accuracy of attack
noticed the same thing in your touch ON
the guitar That, and a feeling for
rythm."
On, that's quite remarkabler said
Carroll. with a strange sense of pleas
ure And do you know, it occurs to me
there's something like that In your
versesn
They looked at one another uncertainty.
Then Miss Everett laughed
why, there's no use denying it-that
wrote them, I mean. I could see that
you knew the other afternoon But at
least you might be equally frank-or
make an equal virtue of necessity!
mean she seemed nettled by his look
or bewilderment, you wrote the music
of course"
II? Oh, mol didn't, really! Why should
you"
you forget" ard now she blushed with
unmistakable annoyance. I've seen your
handwriting before. And besides"
She opened the book again, and there
between two sketches Of negro heads re-
posed the photograph
'Oh, by Jove! I didn't know that was
In there! But see here, Miss Everett, I
didn't write the songs-I didn't really I
only wish had. Butt wrote the notes.
You see. Carey is a-an acquaintance
He has studio under mine"
"Oh," said Miss Everett, icily. "And
the photograph"
1
stole it,
Carroll felt his brow getting moist and
clammy. A panic terror fell upon him.
He thought of flight. Never had a wom-
an looked at him in this fashion.
''How did you happen to write to me?"
demanded Miss Everett. haughtily
Because Carey asked me-he can't
spell
Cant spellr
"Oh, many people can't. you know.
I've known; fellows that could hardly re-
the photograph" said Carroll. hopeless
ly; ''of course you can take 1t, IL you
wish"
THANK you'll think I will take It,"
She went away, and Carroll sat down
again and pitched pebbles over the cliff.
To be bullied by a chit Of a girl hardly
out of short dresses! To give up the
photograph abjectly, without a world
What an idiot!
His fit of the sulks lasted for two
days, during which he fed from the ho-
tel early ard returned late, painting
meantime more or less. He did not APP
proach Miss Everett. having, indeed, no
encouragement to do so, nor, as he per-
suaded himself, any inclination He be-
gan to think that he had exhausted the
resources Of the place. 1t occurred to
him that he would like to go further
afield and try some shooting.
He was still in a nebulous state of
uncertainty when,aon the third day, late
in the afternoon. the stage brought In
some new arrivals among whom was
Carey. Carroll found him att his table
at dinner, and remained speeches. while
Carey chuckled and chartered. The
young man was SO entirely pleased with
| his own dexterity, his triumph was so
fiamboyant, that Carroll, recovering from
his surprise, found his ill-humor unac-
eountably gone. He could laugh heart
| lily, and did: At Carey's assumption that
| there was really IAN affair."" at the in
tention he proclaimed of circumventing
the painters game; at the thought that
he, Carroll, could stand by, ard watch
the discontinue of the two people who
had combined to make him ridiculous.
He pictured their meeting. Of the two
he rather thought that Miss Everett
would suffer more; Carey was irrepreSsi-
BILE, armed in proof against snubs and
perfectly inpenetrable to such shafts as
the lady's eyes could launch. He was
tenacious as burr, and as uncrushable
and hard to freeze as mercury. Carroll
| would not have minded seeing the en-
counter, but when 1t came to the ques-
ton of presenting Carey, he refused point
blank.
'Don't know her well erIough.' he
| said There's hardly a speaking ac-
quaintance."
"And you've been here almost two
weeks!" exclaimed Carey, In fine scorn.
'Just you keep your eye on me-"
| Carroll, however, chose the less COM
promising course of disappearing imme-
diately after dinner, eluding both Carey
and Delaney, who was trying with for
| lorn gallantry to get up dance. When
| he came back, two hours later, from
solitary tramp through the pines, the
| sound of music greeted him. 1t was
not dance music. Under Carey's touch
the piano seemed to forget that 1t had
been battered by young lady battal-
| ions.
Carroll stopped at the door. The whole
| feminine population of the hotel was in
/ the room, in semi-circular ranks of
| chairs. or standing. Carey was playing
+! the "F'ireffies'' capriccio. He was In his
element and perked up III a glistening
| self-content.
Carroll caught sight of Miss Everett.
She was looking directly at him, and he
made his way around the room toward
| her. She was dazzling in scarlet gown
Her manner was imperious and little
agitated.
rs that Langdon Carey?' she asked.
| els that your friend, the composer" =,
| That's Carey, the one and only Car
roll admitted. "Only I'm afraid he isn't
! feeling particularly friendly to me just
| now. Have you met him."
Mr.. Delaney brought him up to me a
| little while ago. 1 think he is simply
f,,I