The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-09-03

SIDE, seeming to exert softening in
huence over the continuous sound of bees
and the occasional calls of birds, while
thinly yelling all things beyond radius
OF furlong. Green and purple every
where. save for the dry sheep tracks
winding hither and thither like brown
RIBBONS, and the broken, blush threads
OIL eaSy-golng Streamets. The Jingle of
the water was faint-it had been growing
fainter daily during the past month of
orougnt-but the music was sweetly in
sistent, compelling rest. Muriel heard
1t as she lay waiting, waiting for the
efternoon to pass. The tinkling seemed
to beat the time away-but far too slow.
~ Not that the girl expected special
blessing with the evening nor even with
the night. For long time now she had
been waiting for time to pass, not always
In summer fdieness but all the DAYS of
the present were empty In anticipation
Oh the fullnesS of one day to come Two
years OF longing had. as 1t were, dripped
away In slow seconds; another year was
yet to exhaust itself in the same weary
fashion
Inc munger of love in some women NAV
De stayed by the weekly letter with che
foreign post mark, but Murfel was no.
thus satisfied. In her case at any rate
rove was the whole Of existence. SO much
SO that one might call it madness. It
must not be supposed. however, that her
Gays We're occupied with dreaming and
her nights with tears The eldest
daughter of an underpaid country min
lister large family, she had abundance
OF labor for her hands, II not for her
nina. But the summer afternoons were
her own, and these she was wont TO
spend In peace and loneliness on the
warm hillside. So she listened to the
t'nKle OF the water. till presently the
STUNNING of a cricket attracted her at
tsntfon. The quick, light beats pleased
her better, and presently they seemed
70 grow qufcker-and quicker-and quick
ef stHl-and 10! Muriel was asleep
a Tiny req spider began to disport him
self over her white blouse and q bee cir
cied round her face several times ere he
applied himself to a cIump of heather
bells near her head. The cricket contip-
tea his merry, monotonous performance
at little distance from her feet But
presently he ceased suddenly, took a f1y
ing leap to avoid destruction by large.
nafl-studded boot
A man, with his mouth shaped to pro-
nounce g-probably he was going to
say Good Gfternoon''-stood looking Gown
upon the sleeper In the course of a few
seconds smile appeared on his lips, but
ne Kept silence. The cricket, having found
a safe platform, again resumed his bust
ness. For nearly minute Jack Andrews,
artist and ne'er-do-well, remained watch
ing the figure. Then he turned and went
quickly down the hill to where he left
his tools when he first observed the
girl, who, he fancfed might be able to
erect him to the best cut across the
nil. But for the time being he forgot all
about his destination and only hoped she
would be unable to give him any informa
ton for at least an hour to come HAY
Ing secured what he wanted, he assembled
again, stepping warily to avoid sound.
and fnwardly praying that nothing might
disturb her. Fortune was with him. for
he was enabled to secure a rough sketch
ere she moved. And even then she did
not awake. and, after waiting for five
minutes, the artist could resist the temp
tatfon no longer, and sat down on a mass
of heather close by and began more
careful study.
So absorbed did he become that. when
his model awoke, rubbed her eyes and
stretched herself naturally, If gracefully.
he merely said, in a businessllke voice
Kindly keep STILL
Before he was aware of what had hap
pened she. was standing over him. her
face flushed with more than sleep. her
eyes flashing with more than the sur
prise of awakening.
BLESS mel Your eyes are grayi' re-
marked Jack Andrews, still in his own
dream; II guessed that they would be
brown
How dare you?" cried Muriel. in her
just rage.
IL beg you pardon" said the artist,
becoming conscious that he had done
something wrong, but not quite sure of
the nature of his sim 81 beg your par
don, but II didn't expect you d waken
up SO soon"
''Oh!' burst out the girl, and stopped,
unable to express her Indignation.
Honor bright! I couldn't help sketch
ing you. 1 think I've got the idea for
the picture of my life! Look!
He handed it to her, and before he
could gasp she had trodden it under
foot, smashing and obliterating his
work. Andrews sprang up blazing with
anger
"You-you little fiend!" he exclaimed.
What right"
What right had you to sketch me?''
interrupted Muriel. "You coward!" she
added. Then catching sight of the first
rough sketch, she seized and destroyed
1t also.
The man looked at her and saw that
her eyes were wet.
81 beg your pardon" he said softly
I'm very sorry"
Muriel began to walk away without
word. and he 1eapt after her, and laid
his hand on her arm.
''Have I not apologized? Have 1 not
been punishedf" he asked.
Please let me go!'
''Then forgive me-"
She gave him not so much as glance.
Wait" he said. You have destroy
ed my work, but can paint you again.
She lifted her head an inch, proudly,
contemptuously. The mans impertinence
was almost amusing. He could paint
her again Something tempted her to
say. Would you like sitting at once?''
And the words were out before she
knew.
Thank you, no. he returned politely
81 have no ambition to paint you as you
are at this very moment. But my mem
DRY VIII not fail me when 1 begin to
paint you as you were few minutes
ago"
WONDERFUL she sneered.
Yes. But, then, shall never forget
you as I saw you first" he returned,
with boyish simplicity mo, 1 shall
never forget And you know It,"
She tapped her foot on the heather in
manner that suggested she was bored.
Please let go my aTnl,'' she said.
Quite forgot l was holding you," ne
replied. We'll, I suppose you must go.
Tell me what l am to do with the picture
when 1t Is finished.
But you WON'T"
But I Wilt must! Don't you under
stand that there's no room for another
idea in my mind?"
"Oh, you are absurd
Il agree with you. I've been fooling
all my life, and I'm SURPRISING all previ-
Gus foilies now. But can't help it,
She walked away from MIN.
May give you the picture, or shall
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