The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1905-08-18

COOP MORNING, MAMsELLE" SAID He
ence to associate with the peasant
girls Of Brittany She was happy.
laughing creature-fresh comedy and
undeniably beautiful. Indeed, her
regular features and her slender figure
caught the artists eye even as her
red lips and her delicately arched
brows appealed directly to his mascu-
line soul.
Judson jumped from his seat and
bowed low
GOOD morning mamSelle." said he
gravely. ~ beautiful day. isn't it,"
The girl smiled. displaying her firm
wi .a teeth she shock her head and
81 off a stream of French idiom
!. which 'rArclais' was thu only
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l"ts of krov,c - ef E3 !n@ =.
Of course" said lc: IF course
Nc.tlor woalf You W3e"s,Hd my
homemade RI" III. - pity we dom
knew Na'ai nix"
III" girl pointed 70 tho canvas and
raised her lrpws in u.riuelv Jud III
spread bis pains outward and
shrugged his shoulders deSpairingly
Her eyes lighted with a quick sym
patty She touched the pcbbly beach
in the picture, which. JudSon fiattered
himself was the one thing in it well
done. She nodded her emphatic APP
prevail Then she touched cloud and
smiled her dissent
b Il believe YOU" sal he "'That cloud
Is an nj odds with the rest of it, but
your clouds Of Brittany need study.
They are no ordinary clouds, l assure
you"
The girl pointed to the sky and the
gray sea She gave Judson to under
stand It was worth painting. He in
turn, by S.gu language, intimated that
It was beyond him. She stamped her
foot and plainly indicated That he
must have patience. He gave smiling
assurance that lie would do his best.
Then she went on and left him there
before the easel. dreaming Of her
wayy brown hair and her eyes, that
seemed to look into his very soul
The next afternoon. while Judson
was induSriousiy painting and scrap
ing again there camc The same rus
Ting and tie gr stood beside him.
She seated herself ga a stone near the
easel ANA watched bis work. hudson
kept up a running fire of CONVERSE
ton, and to his jests and his serious
utterauces she gave impartially her
imperturbable smile
He made her understand that he
worked better when she was near him.
and she blushed. whether with pleas
ure of maidenly reserve or both Jud
son was unable to decide.
Each afternoon for brief period she
came TO watch his progress. She was
artlessly happy when his efforts to
catch the atmosphere of the place We're
successful, and once, when he had ad
mirably caught the tints of the sea
the dull gray of the foreground, the
violet of the middle distances, the
purple black along the horizon-she
clapped her little hands delghtedly
and cried Bravo" again and again
One day. when the picture was near
~ finished and she was sitting quietly
on her stone watching his work, Jud-
son suddenly put aside his brushes
and palette and turned to her.
81 want to talk to you" he said
eagerly 81 want to say whole lots OF
things even IL you can't understand
them"
She smillngly nodded It was evident
to him that she thought he was speak
ing of the picture.
Il have caught bit Of the coast Of
Brittany" he said. waving his hand
toward the easel. "but I've lost my
heart TO little peasant girl. love
you. Don't you know that even If you
can't understand English? l love you"
he repeated recklessly.
To his unbounded amazement, she
sprang to her feet, her face suffused
with deep color
'Oh-oh! You mustn't she gasped
In English.
And then. overcome with confusion.