The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1901-08-16

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was stretched out n his favorite chair,
wreath in clouds Of tobacco smoke, re.
viewin gthe situation. He was in love-
Such a thing had seemed imposslble-to
love one woman as a man loves. He
had loved many as an artst-tall, viii
lowy beings, with anaemic compilations,
and dreamy, dark-shadowed eyes. He
had made a cult OF this sort of thing
and in his own line was looked upon "a
a master There was nothing willowy
and underlined about Betty. lie wonder
ed what she thought Of him, his velvet
coat, his Byronic collar and tie, his
sand-colored trousers, and soft hat.
"Jovel" he said aloud, what a fooi
I've been!"
He drank whisky-and-soda, tore up
the black ans white sketch, and went to
his club. There were few men in the
smoking room, and he joined them. The
talk was Of art and artists, but not ex-
cluslvely, for a man made a casual re-
mark that set all Delaheld's blood ting
ling. Il wonder If it's true that Gibson
is going to marry his cousin" Harold,
as the only son OF a famous sculptor.
was well known in artistic circles
Which one asked the Impression
ist in hoarse voice.
"Sutcliffe's daughter, the one that's
Just come home from Dresden"
The talk turned on Betty she was
considered "a nice little girl" rather
good STYLE" but the Impressions, ,voN
no part in it, and presently he rose aad
went out.
What a rum chap old Dela1eld is, }
said .he man who had first spoken.
ION, he's very cracked" said another.
Which was wrong, for Anthony Della
field had cast his madness from him
like cloak, and was a sane but des-
pairing man. He meant to so home, bur
felt he must know the truth, SO bent hla
steps towards HaHbld's rooms. That
very modern young man had just re-
turned from some social function, and
was smoking, SO he invited the impress
slonist to join him; but Delaheld could
not smoke the pipe of peace with his
rival. That he had come with a purpose
Harold could tell, although 1t was quite
unusual fer the two men to drop in on
one another.
"what is it?" he asked presently.
"An impression
yes A lasting one. VIII you tell
me, Gibson, if you're going to marry
Miss sutchffe
SO that was where the shoe plnched.
NO" he said, quietly, I'm going to
marry Aggie BellasIs If she'll have me.
The girl with the nat. Why?"
Il heard Il at the club"
"And came to congratulate me; that
was awtully good OF you, Tony. Have a
drink?"
"Not now, thanks, old man; l must
be getting home, ! cay, I'm going to
give up impressions, and paint por-
traits"
Betty would make rather a gooI
picture" Harold said, softly, "togged up
in sheet with a market bunch Of lilies
in her hands, and far-away, dead.and-
gone expression in her eyes; you might
clIl it The Lady Of tho ~" But the
ImpressionIst waited to hear no more.
"Mr Dolaheld.
Mrs, Satellite started slightly as she
went forward to greet him. and could
scarcely repress smile.
a much coveted dinner invitation has
been sent to Delaheld at Betty's prompt
ing. and he trod on air she entered the
room
Could this be the Impressionlst? This
spruce, conyentional-looking man in the
orthodox swallow-,ail and a stern un-
bending collaf He had had his hair
cut, too.
But Betty came 10 tine rescue ct once,
and was, or seemed, quite unconsciou
az anything unusual in his appearance
chatting to him during dinner in her
pleasant way, until his shyness took
wings. and he forgot that he was won't
TO dine In velvet jacket and ByrOni9
collar She led him to talk OF golf.