Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1903-08-15

rrcv real life. With nature TO draw
froul, am sure can accomplish far
more than ! have yet done. You muai
come In now and then, Mr.-Brown,
and see how am getting along"
He took her invitation at Its PSI
value and went often. Had he been
pressed to answer why, he coull
hardly have told. Certain 1t was, l,
was with n vhw of assisting In paint
Ing the head for the exhibition, for sho
told him that she was doing that
where she was freer from interruption
than she could be at her own home OF
at the studio But In spite of the lack
Of definite purpose in view he kept
OH calling. Whenever he stopped to
try to analyZe his motive for SO doing
his brief periods of introspection
seemed to convince him the most pc.
tent reason that urged him on was
I'M insane desire to experience the
Pleasure derived from her hesitation
over that non euphonious name of his,
and then crafty his ensuing contradic.
tory thrill Of evaporation and strange
her because ahe held back as though
she disliked TO utter it. A few add,
tional moments deliberation always
served to lead him to the belief that
he was actuated solely by wish tc
break her Of bad habit and teach
her to come out promptly on proper
names as other people did.
n WAS fhrnn mantle nptn, ho C,..
climbed the steps leading to the studio
In Unity terrace, in the wake of Mrs
Kerr, before tie head that was to be
her masterpiece was finished. But one
afternoon when he walked into the
CHEEKY apartment and found her sit.
ting there with her blonde head laid
back peacefully against the crimson
pillows, he saw at once that her dell
cate face wose o new expression of
satisfaction and joyfulness IN the
knowledge o. something attempted
and something achieved. and he knew
1t must be dohe. She saw that he bad
read Alright tbs explanation of her un-
wonted idleness, and smiled In answer
to his unspokan question.
"Yes," she said. pfter short silence,
"it is all over. 1t Is there behind that
curtain. I'll show it to you in Il
minute. Only promise that you will
not he too sea thing in your criticism
l did the best could In spite of my
love for heads II seems that every day
work on theM they become harder to
She led him TO the side of the room
that afforded the best vantage ground,
then drew aside the curtain. He studied
it perhaps ten minutes, perhaps twenty,,
perhaps longer. When he had finish1,d
his conception OF the peculiar-e tw,st
and crooks in his own ,cs,h,n+ononoo
was tenfold clearer ttsSian it had even
,' DeIqE Ks; FOR the mirror between
,ne " r. niiows told him that he had been
Ter model
He did not speak for time but sat
quietly down beside her at the table
where she was writing.
what are yol, dolng?" he asked, at
length.
Making out the card that accom-,
panies my heal t, the committee" she
said. l don't just know how to fix
it. Listen; is this all right? Number
Four and Fifty-Si1, Head. Painted by
Mrs."
1t was there again, that maddening
hesitation! She looked up and their
eyes met. There was something in his
face that made her pale cheeks flush
scarlet. He laid his hands on hers.
Brown" he said, finishing the SEN
tence for her.
Brown" she repeated softly.-Chi-
cago News.