Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1903-04-16

And towers nine upon the Tyne,
And three upon the Till"
sand what care I for your men," said
she,
''Or towers from Tyne to Till,
Eith you must go with me-" she said,
ITO wait upon my will%'
Sir Hoggie and the Fairies.
- YEXT morning Torpenhow found
NE Dick sunk in deepest repose
of tobacco.
"WelI, madman, how d'you
feel?'' asked Torpenhow.
81 don't know. I'm trying to find
out"
"You had much better do some
work"
Maybe, but I'm in no hurry. I've
made discovery. Torp, there's too
much Ego in my Cosmos"
"Not really! Is this revelation due
to my lectures or the Nilghars"
SIT came to me suddenly, all on my
own account. Much too much Ego.
And now I'm going to work"
He turned over a few half finished
sketches, drummed on a new canvas,
cleaned three brushes, set Binkie to
bite the toes of the lay figure, ratified
through his collection of arms and ac-
couterments and then went out, de-
claring that he had done enough for
the day.
'This is positively indecent" said
Torpenhow, "and the first time that
Dick has ever broken up light morn
ing. Perhaps he has found out that
he has soul, or an artistic tempera-
ment, or something equally valuable.
That comes of leaving him alone for
month. Perhaps he has been going out
of evenings. | must look to this" He
rang for the baldheaded old housekeep-
er, whom nothing could astonish or
annoy.
"Beeton, did Mr.. Heldar dine out at
all while was out Of town.
"Neyer laid lis dress clothes out once,
sir, all the time. Mostly e dined in, but
e brought some most remarkable fancy
young gentlemen up ere after theaters
once or twice. Remarkable fancy they
was. You gentlemen on the top floor
does very much as you likes, but it do
seem to me, sir, droppin' a walkin'
stick down five flights of stairs an
then goin' down four abreast to pick it
up again at half past 2 in the morning,
singing Bring back the whisky, Willie
darling once or twice, but scores
o. times isn't charity to the other ten
ants. What I say is, DO as ven would
be done BY That's my motto"
"Of course, of course. I'm afraid the
top floor isn't the quietest in the
house."
II make no complaints, sir. l have
spoke to Mr.. Heldar friendly, an he
laughed an did me a picture of the
missis that is as good as a colored
print. 1t 'asn't the Ugh shine of
photograph, but what say is, Never
look a gift horse in the mouth Mr..
Heldar's dress clothes 'ayen't been on
him for weeks"
''Then it's all right" said Torpen-
how to himself. "Orgies are healthy,
and Dick has a head of his own, but
when it comes to women making eyes
I'm not so certain. Binkie, never you
be man, little dorglums. They're
contrary brutes, and do things without
reason"
Dick had turned northward across
the park, but he was walking in the
spirit on the mud flats with Maisie.
He laughed aloud as he remembered
the day when he had decked Amom-
mas horns with the ham frills and Mai
sic, white with rage, had cuffed him.
How long those four years had been,
and how intimately Maisie was con-
nected with every hour of them!
Storm across the sea, and Maisie in
gray dress on the beach, sweeping her
drenched hair out of her eyes and
laughing at the homeward race of the
fishing smacks; hot sunshine on the
mud fats and Maisie flying before the
wind that thrashed the foreshore and
drove the sand like small shot about
her ears; Maisie, very composed and
independent, telling lies to Mrs. Jen-
nett while Dick supported her with
coarser perjuries; Maisie picking her
way delicately from stone to stone, a
pistol in her hand and her teeth firm
set, and Maisie in a gay dress sitting
on the grass between the mouth of
cannon and nodding yellow sea pop
py. The pictures passed before him
one by one, and the last stayed the lon
gest- Dick was perfectly happy with
q quiet peace that was as new to his
mind as it was foreign to his expert
ence. 1t never occurred to him that
there might be other calls upon his
time than loafing across the park in
the forenoon.
'sThere's good working light now"
he said, watching his shadow placidly.
Some poor devil ought to be grateful.
And there's Maisie!'
She was walking toward him from
the Marble arch, and he saw that no
mannerism of her gait had been chang
ed. 1t was good to find her still Mai
sic and, so to speak, his next door
neighbor. No greeting passed between
them because there had been none in
the old days.
what are you doing out of your
studio at this houry' said Dick as one
who was entitled to ask.
"Idling. Just idling. l got angry
with chin and scraped it out. Then
left it in little heap of paint chips
and came away"
Il know what palette knitting means.
What was the piccy?"
"A fancy head that wouldn't come
right-horrid thingp'
81 don't like working over scraped
paint when I'm doing flesh. The grain
comes up woolly as the paint dries"
Not If you scrape properly" Maisie
waved her hand to illustrate her meth
DDS. There was dab of paint on the
white cuff. Dick laughed.
You're as untidy as ever"
"That comes well from you. Look
| at your own cuff"
"By Jove, yes! It's worse than yours.
don't think we've much altered in
anything. Let's see, though" He look
ed at Maisie critically. The pale blue
haze of an autumn day crept between
the tree trunks Of the park and made a
background for the gray dress, the
black velvet toque above the black