Daily camera., 1901-10-07
The Painting Of Satan.

tjtO UuWtsW " V0SuHs
BY ETHELYN LESLIE HUSTON.
Copyright. 1901. BY Daily Story Pub Coz
Although the rest OF the sussts- OF
the gentler sex-at the Hotsl Helene
sometimes said unkind things about
Mrs. Weston. that lightheartsd little
lady was. perhaps. like certain per-
son not mentioned In polite society, not
quite ~ black - she was painted. II
is true she did like to talk to interest
ing men. whether they happsesd to b
married or not. and the msa. interest,"
ing and otherwise. Mixed very much TO
talk to her. And when Mr.. Aartlsagh
began b show q distinct preference tos
her society In that lazy hour o. two
aftsr dinner while digestion went COM
fortably ON to the soothing strains oe
the mandolin orchestra, Ars. Weston
took It - . matter Of course.
The Hartieghs had always shown
their fondness for each other - much
- good breeding would permit and TO
the casual Observer, there was NO
change In their mutual regard But
Mrs.. Weston scented trouble through
her high-bred little nose - accurately
~ . thoroughbred racer snins danger
borne to his quivsring nostrils on the
summer breeze.
And when Hartleigh brought biz In
dolsat post-prandil rsvolstaons to an
anchorage beside hes chair. she re-
ceivsd him with he tact that questions
not, but watts. And such tact b worth
unlimited gold to women. u they but
knew II. 4 fsv do.
Go ono evening. she learned sll
about II. She knew that Hartlslsh vas
not In love With ~. and she knew
that Hartleigh's win. under hsr usual
gently sracioos air. was fretting about
the Intangible something that had
thrust it, Baaquo- ghost into thear hap
pinses-
That evening vheu Hastlslgh made
sous reckless stataDA9ts e hss sbovs
her irrisissabls attSact3sos generally
and his appreciation tAsrso4. and au
the rest Of II, Ma Wsseoa nsdded hs'
esnsible nttls bad and assumed IN
ar Of ntttng gratitude for ~ compl-
ment paid be-. and tAsa taatafsd. with
Z becoming touch a hesitation. end 4
quite fetching little Q1avse IN her son
voice-"Bus-Nn.-HaStlagh-"
HArtleigh tossed ~ eiear behind the
sas-ies o. TIE BIG Ars1aaes and said'
with gloomy irYita&toa;
"Oh, she doesn't cara fAs bsst ol
us ars coocsltsd bagUass, you ksov.
and / ussd to think - aid. which
shows what IN ~ . man r."
Nm. Wsstoa smsotAsA smile from
her lips With ~ bis black fan.
And because sAs 6oesut" che ~
ascesd, vhils Ass 49, danced y a
to b . sop 70 hi iordship's vanity.
Dear, dear. How vsry clumsy msn are,
to BE- sura Bat III ~ to AZ the
thing up, Though I'll ~ no thanks
for It. One nsvse eoss."
So she purrsd . fsv SyneetAetie
purrs, which are Ill alevss woman
needs TO do WHEN man = botAsrsd,
and the whole story eADs out
Hartleigh. It appsassl. had gone to
bis Wits desk 70 ssssSAle . note onl
evening vhsa ~ ha1Ssosd to b out
and o. pallilS ost drawer tor come
nose-papes, haA esso - eDsa kffe'
that had besa tosisd saselsssly u
there. His ssass q Aoaos vas to-
ane to tolsrats any Aousht o( reading
what vas not intsadsd for his syss
bat The ssoood's glance caught two Of
taree vpr6s that had sent tAsir stna
down into ~ hesrt's core And h
had closed tAs drsVsg. snd that va
all.
And you have not spoken Of II Il
herf'' asked NraL Weston.
mo. What's TIE nssr' b replied
drearily. 'eh1s tired of NJ. ! suppose
but cannot vssy well y and ask hs1
70 say 20. Ths woman must take tha
initiative IN . thing ol that sort"
Mn. Weston nibbIed tAs edge OF hel
fan and The muscles aroma her pretty
mouth twitehsd. Hartlsish had en-
urely forgottsn. in ths unburdsntns q
IL sick soul, thA& hs had declared Z
lesp aaA abiding passion for An
Weston but a,s ptpptss before. and