The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-07-14

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 "oh. Sadie how we shall miss you!" cried Floy. Jacks eyes showed the same thought.
 T hate art" he said bitterly. as they bade him goodnight. Tt makes girls heartless."
 Sadie packed and talked almost ceaselessly for the next forty-eight hours, then left by the night train on her search for fame. From New York there came nasty, gay letters telling of the fellow students she met and the galleries they saw together, but the speedily done pen and ink sketches accompanying the plotted pages told more than the letters. She sailed, and packets of tiny humorous drawings reached them from the first mailing station. Jack saw, with Sadie's eyes, the comicalities of the voyage and shared in spirit in the friendships of shiplife; he realized half bitterly how whole -heartedly the girl had flung her self into the unfamiliar round.
 Floy stayed on quietly in Chicago. living on her cousins treasured let ters and sharing them faithfully with Jack. having all the while but a very l dim suspicion of his feelings. After a | short time even this suspicion van ished. " ... ""
 She does not seem to have time to miss us." Jack said one day. laying down the last of Sadies letters.
 She is too busy storing up impress sions-and she knows we will under | stand" said Floy Loyalty.
 But gradually the bright. vivid de- scriptions came less frequently, and Floy found 1t difficult to furnish req sonable excuses when time after time the eagerly awaited foreign mails ar rived and brought them nothing. As the months drifted on even she un- willing as she was to own it, saw the change creeping over Sadie's letters.
 50 many of the students here are old" she wrote from Paris in amaze ment; some even white haired and wrinkled. Men and women with youth long passed. with shaking hands and deadened hopes 1 shock them all-and do not admire what I ought"
 The three years passed very slowly to Jack and Floy Sadie's letters grew more and more irregular and hurried, only occasionally in her description of Paris and her disillusionment in the Latin Quarter there came flash of the Sadie they both knew and loved. oh, the dirt of 1t all; the squalor; the misery" she wrote @=...@.- i. 'u.
 Her pictures came out to Chicago; first copies of the old masters, then an original, imaginative study of the illa- siveness of Fame. =.-. .:..;
 T do not understand it." said Jack, looking at her picture one day.
 Our Sadie could not have painted that" whispered Floy. trace of fear in her eyes.
 At last the welcome letter came. promising her arrival. T shall be home in time for your birthday. Floy," she ended abruptly. then In post script: T wonder if you will think me changed?"
 Yes. she is altered" said Jack. gravely; we know that from her let ters. But why Is it?"
 She has been successful" said Floy in a puzzled tono. She cannot be disappointed. Her picture was hung on the line at the Salon last year. and she has already exhibited at ever so many places here in the States, besides she has had hearts desire for three whole years. Only a month and we shall have her back"
 At length the day came Floy was up at dawn making everything look its best for the eyes of the traveller, gathering the fragrant American beau ties blushing by the studio window and decking the place with the maple boughs Jack had brought. They went together to the station to meet her.
 Can you see herr" asked Floy, searching among the busy groups. "Ah. there" she waved excitedly.
 Sadie was standing a little apart, bidding farewell to two or three gen tlemen. Presently she saw them