The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-03-19

S.l!,l1NI,
Pe1roc sat do1vn to talk by Ltdna's side.
knew Paris from the towers of Notra
| Dame to the debouchment of the sew
ers.
What do you suppose we have been
doing today?' asked Charles as they
all sat on the old fashioned porch in
the moonlight.
Playing tennis? Smoking cigarettes!
Getting into tangle of TALK sugges:
ed Anna accommodatingly.
! mot at ALL" replied Charles scorn-
fully. I'VE have been improvising
studio in building outside the house,
where our friend here can work con
tinually- except when he's doing one
of those few things you just mention
ed"
Il brought my canvases and colors
with me-" NJ. Peyrac explained. His
voice was electric and deep. with
touch of Gallo accent so slight as to
require fastidious ear to notice that
IL was an accent at all.
Presently Anna discovered that she
wanted to show Charles how high the
vine had grown that he helped her
plant last seasan. The vine was on the
other end CT she wide porch, of course.
Peyrac, getting UP from the steps
where he had been sitting, pulled g
low chair forward and sat down to
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much, but he put vivacity into every
thing he uttered. Unconsciously the
girl contrasted him with De White
Morris.
"The little vine over there seems to
be large in its powers of attraction"
Peyrac commented at last. And then
he hummed:
Quand las canards vent deux deu2.
Cest qu'ils ont parler entire eux.
But that is not always true, mon
sieur,' laughed Llama, tickled at the
h nbsurdity of the words. I'VE, for in
stance, can have nothing particular to
say
CHAPTER v.
NJ. Peyrac had just finished dressing
the next morning when the sound of a
girls voice drew him to the window,
which was OPEN
Out in the garden, near to the box
J hedge which divided the Maitlands'
grounds from the Abbotts', stood Liza
ma. She was STOPPING forward, play
ing with Silver, Annals beautiful grey
hound. In one hand she held sort of
scarlet wrap, a fragile, silken, feather
weight thing, which had proved too
warm for her shoulders. The other
hand was stretched out seductively to
the dog leaping after her. The scarlet
showed wildly against her white
morning gown, a little crystal buckle
: flashed at her waist, and the sunshine
! caught the waving hair, the pink
cheek, the white moving hand, the lace
! ruffles at her throat and wrist.
$ For a moment only Peyrac stood still
I and watched.
: The girl was yet playing with the
] hound, when she turned suddenly will
: smile on her lips, and there in the
I full glare of the Intoxicating June sun
t light she met the mans eyes for thu
t first time. A blind feeling of helpless
4 ness and indefinite longing endin.
e somewheres round her heart in thut
{ of Understandable pleasure passet
through her frame.
i She pulled herself together angrily
and the smile vanished. Go down
Silver" she said severely to the dog
g whose paw was making for her shoul
!. der. Clearly this was shyness pushe
g to the verge of absurdity. She mus
II conquer the ridiculous feeling, mus
4. speak.
e Good morning, monsieur 1t is &C
t. ing to be a warm day, do you think ?
y She nearly forced the words thrGug
t. her lips, which had remained parted a
,r the time.
Peyrac did not hear the words. II
n was studying the girl intently.
d Pardon me-" he said, putting h
a. head on one side and drawing his ey,
e. lids together as he concentrated h
ar gaze upon her. People forgive pain
lie ers for personalities, and you don
So know how much / should like to G,
10 You on canvas, just as you are, the dc
and ALL
w The blood invaded Liana's cheek
n slowly at first then, as she realized h
e! meaning, in hot blaze of crimson.
n, 81 do not aspire, monsieur to be q
as artists model" She walked towal
m the house with as much dignity as HI
re 10 years were capable Of.
" But this was only the beginnin
at That evening, as she was singing fl
Il! Mrs. Abbott in the drawing room, 81
er became aware that Peyrac was stan
a ing with the group Of people on Il
Ia porch and was looking in through Il
French window. She threw back h
IT. lovely head and sang with exultatio
nd Given them she told herself afte
IL ward, II must have been loving hi
a without knowing" She sang the o
1t, Spanish ballad of the knight errar
* and when she came to the last lines
ng Some day more kind fate may find,
w. Some night kiss thee