The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-06-22

was positive daring! And also formed
poor opinion of his ability to mix
dark paints into blonde preparation.
The hair was dark as night!
The next day I felt better. I was
able to have leaned out of my window
indefinitely, but fifteen minutes SUI
feed. My old-fashioned conscience
was becoming deliberate failure.
| What are you working on now?"
she asked
II am finishing UP the right eye"
responded the painter.
That explained their low tones. The
right eye was directly under her win
dow, and for that reason had Difficult
ty in hearing.
"She has blue eyes, of course, being
a blonde" was the next observation
from the girl.
"Of course" he returned. covered
like guilty wretch in my chair. 1
felt it almost duty to correct him.
but discovered that was calling my
self an "old fogy" and "back number"
Deceitful silence was happy recourse.
Several days followed, more rapidly
for me than the time was wont to pass.
wondered vaguely at times if sewing
was remunerative, and if making up
for lost time by lamplight was not a
trifle hard on the eyes. Also whether
painting signs had to be done with
any great dispatch in order to be profit
able, and just how much time should
really be taken to paint large cigar
sign like the one below our window.
Then began to hope that time was no
particular object in sign painting and
that gaslight was not hard on the
eyes.
Il will be through tonight" he
said, on the morning of the tenth day.
"Then l will be able to see the pic
ture tonight" she said, not gaily, but
with half note of sorrow. She had
rigidly refrained from viewing the sign
until it was completed.
| He painted silently for a time.
you seem very much in love with
your work." she said finally.
Eyes" he replied quietly. though the
words reached me clearly. you are
right, l am very much in love with
my work."
That night he came for her, and
they crossed the street together in the
gathering dusk to look at the picture.
l found myself quivering with excite
ment, and wondered if my old ears
would serve me at that distance At
least could depend upon my eyes to
certain extent. both saw and heard
something of what occurred. They
stood closely together, and as the girl
turned I heard sharp exclamation of
surprise. l could detect no anger,
though l was listening intently for it.
He began talking rapidly and vehe.
mently. knew intuitively what he
was saying, and almost prayed that he
would be successful. After a short
time the two forms melted together,
and could see his arms steal about
her. l fell on my knees and the tears
rained down nay cheeks.
I'VE must tell Uncle Ben," heard
her say presently.
'"The first thing, to be sure"
They were upon the steps in mo-
ment, and it was guilty old, rheu-
matte wretch they found Stimulating
surprise on their>arrival.
l have saved and reread a hundred
times the clippings from the daily pa
pers which told of the sudden rise to
prominence of a young "ad' painter
in the city, and the crowds which
gather every day to look upon the pic
ture of the young American girl on the
Dorothy cigar sign little imagine the
secret in the heart of the old man in
the window above. National Maya
zine.
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