Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-04-15
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BY ERWIN WARDMAN.
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somewhere round her heart in "a ttfdd
of lndrscribable pleasure passed
through her frame.
She pulled herself together angrily.
and the smile vanished. "Go down,
Silver" she said severely to the dog,
whose paw was making for her shoul-
der. Clearly this was shyness pushed
to the verge Of absurdity. She must
conquer the ridiculous feeling, must
speak.
"Good morning, monsieur. 1t is 60
ing to be warm day. do you think? p
She nearly forced the words through
her lips. which had remained parted all
the time.
Peyrac did not hear the words. He
was studying the girl intently.
Pardon me-" he said. putting his
head on one side and drawing his eye
lids together as he concentrated his
gaze upon her. "People forgive paint
ers for personalities. and you don't
know how much I should like to get
you on canvas. just as you are. the dog
and ALL"
The blood invaded Liana's cheeks.
slowly at first; then. as she realized his
meaning. In a hot blaze Of crimson.
II do not aspire. monsieur, to be an
artists model" She walked toward
the house with as much dignity as her
10 years were capable Of.
But this was only the beginning.
That evening. as she was singing for
Mrs. Abbott In the drawing room, she
became aware that Peyrac was stand
ing with the group Of people on the
porch and was looking In through the
French window. She threw back her
lovely head and sang with exultation.
even then" she told herself after
ward. II must have been loving him
without knowing" She sang the old
Spanish ballad Of the knight errant.
and when she came to the last lines
Some day more kind fate may find.
Some night kiss thee
she marveled at the beauty Of her own
voice; her face flushed, her eyes spar.
kfed. She knew that she was doing her
best.
But evidently the artist had taken no
notice of that lovely young voice; 1t
was only her face that attracted him.
AS they were getting ready for bed
that night Anna said:
"What have you done to our invul.
nerable painter? He remarked, when
he heard you singing awhile ago. that
he just tingled for his brushes. he
wondered If 1t would be possible for
you to sing that same song in the same
way. unaccompanied. in his studio"
This seemed a little too much. He
not only wished to use her as !. -r"del,
but he even wished to have her moods
and expressions subject to his orders!
Llama was percAed upon bedpost.
She was perfectly poised, her slender
limbs dangling floorward. one arm
akimbo, the other behind her back.
Anna was reclining on an ottoman.
smoothing out her ribbon sash.
"Well." she said, as Llama made no
reply. but kept on dangling her limbs.
"do you think you can oblige himT.
Liana's only comment was to tap up
on the heel of her right slipper with
the toe of her left.
"He says" pursued Anna mischiev-
ously. that you have a great deal OF
scenic effect about you, whatever that
means. confess I'm not sure Of the
term"
Neither ann l." Liana's right slip
per landed many yards of across the
floor.
The next day she caught the obnox.
ious. rude man stepping backward sew
eral times to get her In perspective.
Once he actually ventured to make a
tube of his hand. When he put 1t to
his eye and turned his head sideways.
screwing up one side Of his face, Lian'
couldn't help noticing In spite Of her
vexation that the corner Of the lip
which was thus drawn up exposed
some magnificent white teeth. How
ever, she said:
You are extremely impolite," and
then, with q sudden fear that he might
compliment her on the effect Of anger
on her face, she turned and left him.
1t was with direct reference to the
advancement Of his art that Peyrac set
to work to interest and make friends
with Llama. He found his way beset
with difficulties, and at the end Of a
fortnight he had to acknowledge that
he had made no progress at all. He
had come to Twyeffort meaning to do
some landscapes and sea views. But,
fudge, how fat they seemed now! He
was portrait painter If anything, and
at last the gods had led him to being
who appealed to the power within him
as no one yet ever had done. He must
paint this girl; by Jove. he must!
But, even supposing she consented,
there was a difficulty. The wonder OF
her face was Its expression-the way
the spirit cleaned through her fea-
tures Her expression was so madden
ingly changeable and evanescent. At
times it was marvelously like shot
silk. To get the effect he wanted she
must be strongly moved-moved, for
instance, as she had been by the sight
of the sunset on the sea the other even
ing. Plainly one could not get sunsets
and seas into the studio. But.
Sapristi! He would do it. Why not!
He knew himself to possess charm
for women, a charm that was all the
more potent because he had seldom
cared to use 1t.