Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1900-01-05

NNAN lhNN AohAII a MANNN
"Ah, did you write to him. too2'
he asked, putting a big cloud Of smoke
over his sunset and watching the eff
feet Of its vapid hues shining through
the clouds Of grayish vapor with an
artists delighted appreciation Of
color
ooh, well--tbe letter you wrote,
then" she said Though I'm sure
you didn't do it all; you only helped
me"
ooh, yes he answered, indolently.
"But Hinsdale hes broken out
again?'
eyes, worse than ever" and she
sighed dismally, "and ] want you to
help me write him another letter.
one that will fix it so he'll understand
there's no hope-no possibility
mean-of my ever being anything
more to him" here she Aoundered
and broke quite down.
"Can't do it to-day" he said, do
cidedly eve got to get this pic
ture done to-morrow-order, you
lmow-and it'll be scratch if | man
age to do il. II means painting all
night as it is"
ooh, John, You mustr she cried,
eagerly 'T've just got TO send it to
him this afternoon by messenger
boy OF he'll be sure to come up to-
night and make a scene or something,
besides"
NO, it's no 60" he said, cruelty,
taking up his brush You'll have to
get nd Of him somehow and come to-
morrow"
But, oh, john she burst out,
tears coming to her eyes, IL can't
come tomorrow. Aunt Maria has is
sued her commands-the fat has
gone forth-Im forbidden to come
here any more"
"The deuce you arew And he laid
down his brush and faced quite
around in his astonishment
Eyes" she replied, furtively dry
ing a tear On one Of the ends of the
muslin sash. Jean never could find |
her handkerchief, being always with
out pockets.) "She says it's all well |
enough for me to take painting les
sons Of you, though everybody knows |
/ never could learn to paint Aunt |
Maria is so ignorant about such
things, you know"
eyes, / know" Blowing a ring Of
smoke ceilingward to hide little
smile.
"And she doesn't mind my having
a studio, if I'll fix one up at home, but
she doesn't think it looks well for me
to have one in this building and run
in and out Of here all the time-and |
so I've got to move tomorrow"
This time she forgot to dry the tear, |
and it ran forlOrnly down her cheek |
and fell with a splash on study of !
the head of John the Baptist that lay |
on the floor.
For moment there was silence,
then John suddenly pushed back his
easel and pulled a writing table to-
ward him.
''Well, if you can't come to-mor-
row, | suppose I'll have to help you
write your letter to-day" he said. but
there was an unnatural sound in his
voice, and Jean looked up hastily |
through her tears.
Johns face was griInly set, how
ever, and told her nothing
'Let me see-it was Hinsdale, / !
think you said"--he went on, still |
with that grating sound in his voice.
EYES," she said, miserably, again
having recourse to the crumpled
sash. "And l think we told him, in
our last, that we'd be a sister to him"
he proceeded, nibbling the end of his
pen.
Something Of that sort" And she
flushed warmly, clear up to the curly
waves Of dark hair on her temples.
Evidently the sister racket won't
90 down with Hinsdale," he said, re
flectively. 'cYou might offer to be
his maiden aunt, you know"
"Therel 1 knew you'd be horridP
she exclaimed, Indignantly.
cts a delicate job" he went on, re-
Aectiyely. care you quite sure you
mean to refuse him thistime%
"Of course amp she burst out in
dignantlv. "You don't suppose /