, 1902-02-24

worst enemy he had. Strange, isn't It,
how men Of wealth do Cypress those
under them"
But though several sittings followed
this, and Dorothy, in the goodness Of
her sympathetic little heart, endeav-
ored to secure the poor fellows conf
dence with a view to helping him
further he always avoided telling her
much about himself.
When Ida McCane ran down to
spend a week with Dorothy, who was
stopping with an aunt in the tiny
country town, she found Dorothy's in
terest in her model still on the in
He is a really lovely model.
Ida" she said, and wears such pic
turesque corduroys. He doesn't talk
much, but he looks at me in such q
strange way at times that l wonder
II he isn't going to tell me the story
Of his life! l hope not, for | don't
like such elaborate narratives. Yes
terday he did say that Mr.. Van Dyke
is not as bad as some people think.
though he often says things that he
does not mean. ! want you to come
with me tomorrow and. tell me what
you think OF him-the model. He GER
tainly has not always been a laborer.
for he shows evidences Of gentle blood
and good breeding every day"
What a paragon you have found"
laughed Ida as she kissed Dorothy
again. Il really think I will have to
warn Mr.. Van Dyke that you are
thinking of kidnapping his star labor
er. or. at least, trying to make him
dissatisfed with his work"
"Oh, but I am not" said Dorothy.
And. besides. he seems to work only
when he pleases. Did I tell you that
he has asked M for a picture of him
self-to give to his wife for Christmas,
I suppose. He limited as much"
The following day Ida accompan-
led Dorothy to the meadow which ad-
Joined that Of the Van Dykes, and
not long after they had settled them
selves the model appeared. As he
took off his cap to acknowledge the
presence Of the ewcom and the in
PRODUCTION, Miss McCane bit her lip
sharply. Then she discovered she had
left her best brushes at the house and
insisted on going after them herself.
She did not return.
After lunch Ida put one srm about
Dorothy as they walked through the
littlc orchard. Il wish you would let
me ask Mr.. Van Dyke to call, Dolly,
dear" she said. He is really very
nice, and as his laborer says he does
not mean to say unpleasant things.
You know l used to know him quite
we'll May I not?"
"Perh: e : ""me day." answered Dor
othy, "b must never tell him
about m ----el. l want hip to dis
cover that next spring."
Ida smiled slightly. Then she
stopped and, turning Dorothy about
till she faced her, she said: II think
he knows about that now, Dolly. He's
pretty clever even il he does do &C.
centric things-like wearing old
clothes and working about his estate,
just for the love Of manual labor"
Dorothy gave a little gasp. What
do you mean?" she cried, turning red
and white by turns, while her blue
eyes grew big with frightened surprise.
Nothing, except that for the past
month or SC you have been industri-
ously painting pictures Of a gentle
rustic named Robert Van DYKE said
Ida, laughing softly at her friends
expression. Poor little painter! Isn't
1t awful"
The most treasured valuable In a
large collection belonging to Robert
Van Dyke. Esq, to-day is a water
color portrait Of himself in corduroys
by his wife,