The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1903-11-20


pictures than to chop kindling. le pau
vre artist, with his long, slim fingers.
As Aspasi watched him she seemed to
| see in contrast blue flannel shirt
straining over straight shoulders while
a keen ak flashed up and down with
poetical precision. But who would
have suspected that she saw such vi
| sions, the deer-eyed maiden. as she
heaped the chips in her apron with
| shy:
Il tank you, sir"
Helm! 1t Is the poets that tell us
the woods Is the place to see visions
and dream dreams. VOLTA. Aspasi saw
many visions: of broad shoulders, as we
| have said; of fearless black eyes when
she looked at the artists gold-rimmed
glasses: of swift, strong strides when
she watched the artists strolling
steps; of back-fung head and laughing
lips while she responded to the artists
weH-bred smile. All, mon ami, beside
the machine-made man she kept seeing
the man primitive with the beauty of
a sun god and the bravery OF dumb
beast-and she could not comprehend
culture. But, yet; it was fun to have
a man who wore store clothes every
day for beau. 1t made the other girls
81 jaloux.
And then the edge came up to the
artist, sharp and keen. 1t was letter
that did it. cold, typewriter. die
tated ten lines. Helm, that this fugi-
tive from a hustling world center"
should have found it's way into that
delicious land of dreams and visions!
An offer which if accepted meant
cool thousand or so-and prospects:
but which, if rejected. or even ne
elected, was as door slammed in the
face Of success.
The artist walked the night away.
How could he go and leave her, his
incorrigiDle angel? But how could he
take her with him? In that dollhouse
atmosphere would she not droop and
. All, he had meant to give it all up for
her. To have cottage on hillside
with flowers blooming about the door.
and now And now the incongruity
of it all struck a chill to his heart.
Broadway and this beautiful child.
Poor little incorrigible angel. And he
had deliberately taught her to love
him-had wooed her wistfully, think
ing of that home upon the hill that
was not to be. Must he go away In
silence? All the manhood culture had
left with him rose IN protest At the
thought of those beautiful eyes darken-
ing with pain and those perfect lips
: dropping in sorrowful patience his
!, heart began to hurt him. He did love
| her. She fascinated his fancy. All.
: she appealed to his tenderness-a ten
- H~f~- az
J Dear little incorrigible angel Sho
, would be pitifuliy corrigible taken
, away from the hills and the sunshine
, that were as the very breath to her.
| But ne must do it. Must take her
away and train her to be proper
partner for his prospects He was man
, enough to give small thought as to
what his friends would say, and before
morning even man enough to rise
| above tile crushing inconvenience of
, this unexpected expense. The day wore
to evening and, en- bien, it was bigger
man than the artist had ever planned
to be that sat down beside his host
when that host had eaten his supper
and washed his feet and was feeling at
!. peace with himself and Heaven. Very
= honestly he told this. honest man what
, was in his heart and thought, and his
i host. being slow talking as we'll as
e honest. said. refiectively:
''Yas?" He smoked cigarette and
+ added: "Yas; das one Oeeg ting, ed
7 cation. amt had none, me. But. I
know Vas; das one beeg ting" And
! then. unexpectedly. "Ou est-elle done
= Aspasi Aspasi! wien, chere.
In mingled French and English he
o told her of the artists intentions to-
ward her and Aspasi sat with demurely
: lowered lashes. AS he watched her
: color quicken the artist felt his heart
C begin to swell. He was doing noble
: thing-and how was he to know that
o those divine bushes were for dark
y eyed boy beyond the bayou who could
!, do his own love-making. The old man
f summed up gently:
cts TO- you to say, chere. But me,
n I fink vas"
4 The incorrigible angel raised her
:. Iashes and swept the artist single
!, swift glance of still disdain.