Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1903-04-09

should be as it was of old, she wore
closely fitting gray dress.
Since the human soul is infinite and
not in the least under it's own com
mand, Dick, advancing, said, "Hello."
after the manner of schoolboys, and
Maisie answered, "Oh, Dick, is that
you?" Then, against his will, and be-
fore the brain, newly released from
considerations Of the cash balance, had
time to dictate to the nerves, every
pulse in Dicks body throbbed furious
ly and his palate dried in his mouth.
The fog shut down again, and Maisie's
face was pearl white through it. No
word was spoken, but Dick fell into
step at her side, and the two paced the
embankment together, keeping step as
perfectly as in their afternoon eXcur-
sions to the mud flats. Then Dick,
little hoarsely:
"What has happened to Amomma?"
'He died, Dick. Not cartridges; over
eating. He was always greedy. Isn't
it funny?'
"Yes. No. Do you mean Amomma"
'Ye-es. No. This. Where have you
come FROM?
"Over there" Dick pointed east
ward through the fog. 'And you?"
"Oh, I'm in the north-the black
north, across all the park. 1 am very
busy"
"What do you do?"
81 paint. That's all l have to do"
SeVyrI,x, Won had
three hundred year."
81 have that still. am painting;
that's ALL"
"Are you alone, then?"
"There's a girl living with me. Don't
walk so fast, Dick. You're out of STEP"
''Then you noticed it too?"
"Of course. You're always out of
STEP"
80 1 am. Pm sorry. You went on
with the painting?"
"Of course. l said 1 should. 1 was
at the Slade, then at Morton's in St
Johns Wood, the big studio, then
pepper potted-I mean l went to the
Newfoundland now Pm working under
Kami"
but kam1 is in Paris surely.
mo; lie has his teaching studio at
Vitry-sur- Marine. l work with him in
the summer, and 1 live in London in
the winter Pm a householder"
"Do you sell much?"
"Now and again, but not often.
There is my bus. I must take it or
lose half an hour. Goodby, Dick"
"Goodby, Maisie. Won't you tell me
where you live? must see you again,
and perhaps l could help you. 1 paint
little myself.
81 may be in the park tomorrow if
there is no working light. l walk from
the Marble arch down and back again.
That is my little excursion. But, of
course, l shall see you again." She
stepped into the omnibus and was
swallowed up by the fog.
"Well-I-am d=di" said Dick, and
returned to his chambers
Torpenhow and the Nilghai found
him sitting on the steps of the studio
door, repeating the phrase with awful
gravity.
You'll be worse off when I've done
with YOU" said the Nilghai, upheav-
ing his bulk from behind Torpenhow's
shoulder and waving a sheaf of half
dry manuscript. "Dick, it is of com
mon report that you are suffering from
swelled head"
Hello, Nilghai! Back again? How
are the Balkans and all the little Bal
kans? One side of your face is out of
drawing, as usual"
Never mind that | am commits
stoned TO smite you in print Torpen-
how refuses from false delicacy. I've
been overhauling the potboiIers in your
studio They are simply disgraceful"
Ohio! That's it, is it? If you think
you can slate me, you're wrong. You
can only describe, and you need as
much room to turn in on paper as 2.
and o. cargo boat. But continue, and
be swift. I'm going to bed"
Him, Inn, h'm The first part only
deals with your pictures. Here's the
peroration: For work done without
conviction, for power wasted on trivi-
alities, for labor expended with levity