The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-02-03

uoh HIS saylnP so.
The result was that when Miss Kitty
Carter went for her next lesson Miss
Cecilia Grey was not there. MIR. Archer
was determined, but nervous.
He. somehow, found 1t difficult to
deal out the truth 10 Kitty. She was
bcwltchinG in simple little gown OF
gauzy gray, with girdle and wide
collar of violet, such rs only her clear.
pretty complexion could bear. Her
costumes were artistic, If she was not
Mr.. Archer observed to himself.
She felt his half.unconscious scru.
tiny, and her small ears were very
pink, Notwithstanding the shadow of
her curls.
Some way, he couldn't Just remem.
Der what 1t was he had decided to say
to her, until she had her palette set
and was placing her easel for re-
newed effort ut still life.
Kitty herself was chatting away.
meanwhile wondering at Miss Grey's
absence.
at isn't nice for her to leave me here
unchapcroned," she said. though real
~ | don't mind about those petty con-
ventionalltles," ana Kitty looked up
and laughed, assldously palette knitting
her colors TO an unrecognzable mass
the while.
Then Mr.. Archer's conscience smote
him afresh, and he said: "There's
something ought to speak to you
about, Miss Kitty"
Kitty turned about with the knife
In mldalr, surprised at his deeply seri.
Gus tone.
what is it?" she asked, waiting.
NO Mr.. Archer heStated: chat Is
it can wait till your lesson is over.
Don't Interrupt yourself now"
An effort toward adjusting her can
vas served to do away with his con-
fusion.
After nearly an hour of desultory
dabs Mt the defenseless canvas Kitty
gathered up her brushes. turned about
and asked: what Is 1t, Mr.. Archer?
Tell me, please. Is 1t about my work ?"
Mr.. Archer walked up to her chair
ana laid fatherly sort of hand on
her curls.
ITS just this, Miss Kitty" he said;
you'll never he an artist. You can
paint flower bits. or do plaques or dec
crate screens for your parlor. but
can't let you 90 on expecting to paint.
lit wouldn't be honest"
He waited moment, then turned
about and walked to the farther end
of the studio.
Kitty sat there. 1t seemed incred.
iblc to her that It had been for moth.
Ing all those months she had worked,
trying to see the mysterious quality"
that lurked in n tin pan. dish of
apples. or n group of books thrown
down Mt random.
She sat there-desperately.
You will pardon me, Miss Kltty?"
Mr.. Archer asked. coming back and
holding out his hand to her.
For moment she was irrcsoIute:
then. feeling an overwhelming impulse
to cry, she arose. took her hat hastily.
saying, Goodbye. Mr.. Archer" and
rushed from the room. her cheeks
ailamc.
After an hour she came back. her
checks stlll anamp, but all the resom-
ton of Plymouth Rock on her pretty
face.
i've come for my colors, Mr.. Ar
cher" she said. There was nothing
unpleasant about her manner; she
seemed hurt, hut intense withal.
She was so funny trying to be heroic,
with that stubborn look in her eyes.
that Mr.. Archer wanted to laugh, and
yet he was conscious. of n desire TO
comfort and caress her round. troubled
face.
While she was picking mp her colors
he didn't know Just how II hap.
pcned-but going IN to his injured dis
clple he took her right In his arms.
kitten" he found himself saving,
"if I can't teach you to paint can't
teach you to love me? You might do
that better-much better" and he
would have kissed her, but she buried
her face tight against his shoulder.
He waited hlisSful little while.
when suddenly Kitty pushed away
from him quite out Of reach, and said:
NO, Mr.. Archer-you mustn't can't.
| will paint. Tm-golng to Paris"
she concluded prcclpitatply, sat down.
ana was crying into her handkerchief.
MIR, Archer never for moment
doubted his ability TO console her. lie
took her hands down from her face.
and for Il while reasoned some very
pretty reasoning,
But he WAS surprised ana nuzzlcd
to find that Kitty refused to listen to
him, II tool; n long time but finally
h" understood that she was determined
10 90 on with her work.
ia teach You all could. Kitten"
he urged you're wrong about this.
Won OUGHT to marry me You could
oaiot al Won chose-you dear child"
But Kitty was so frm-cvcu 10 the
point of more tcars-that lie cave M
trying 70 convince tnr o' tho "ar'~ O."
rot loving him. lie even went farther
than that
II want You to believe In me" Kitty
pleaded To have respect for my
ambitlon-for ms art"