Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1905-04-28

eui w Ills SlOou BdlluS dlleI lHeili,
all his ardor and impetuosity dam
pened by her nonchalent greeting. She
smiled softly to herself through the |
waltz. The little" Lucille FELTON, at |
IL had at last been avenged. All the |
evening he watched her dancing and |
chatting with her partners, always gay |
and careless, His whole heart went |
out to her.
Just before the last dance he found |
an opportunity to speak with her |
alone. He was tongse-tied from this
new, strange feeling.
Are your parents well?" he finally |
asked abruptly. A shadow came over
her face. The fan she had trembled.
did you not know? They died four
years ago."
Forgive mel did not k4ow," he
said.
"And the old home," she c. ptinued,
lifting saddened eyes to his, burned
down and all its contents"
She was more beautiful still VIZ. this
sudden sorrow in her eyes.
"And you-where is your home"
Il live with my sister, Mrs. Lotlrtp,
in your home city"
Then Others came up to her and no
was outside the little circle.
But the next day and the many thai
followed showed no more of her mo-
mentary softening, and she resumed
her old careless manner toward him.
The season ended, and they both re-
turned to the city, where he became
a frequent caller at Mrs. Lothrops.
Always was the longing in his heart,
but Lucille did not relax.
Her sister chided her one night after
he had left them.
"He loves you, Lucille" she re
preached.
ooh, don't know" said the girl,
turning away her lustrous eyes. They
say he has always been sought after
by women. but is never serious"
That's what they say of you,
Lucille" returned Mrs. Lothrop, &C.
cusingly.
But Lucille was humming gay little
French chanson, and made no re-
spouse.
Paul Willis stood before his easel,
gazing at the unfinished picture-the
picture of a fair-haired boy and per-
feet darling of little girl, who were
both looking up at the wall. One OF
his old photographs had served as mis-
model for the lads portrayal, and love
had brought to his memory her child
ish face, but the picture that was to
hang on the wall he could only dimly
recall, The subject and the attitude
of the man on the horse that had so
stirred his young fancy were in his
memory, but not perfectly enough to
transfer to canvas.
The next day, while rummaging
through the old stock of picture
dealers he saw small painting in
ANTIQUE frame that brought forth an
exclamation of surprise and joy.
Where did you get this?" he cried
"a lady sold it to me-" replied the
dealer. "She had met with reverses
and"
do you know where she got it,"
Eyes, She said the man who once
owned the original of the horse in the
picture gave it to her.
Willis secured the prize, and hast
ened to his studio, painting "the pic
ture on the WALL with haste and skill
1t was Lucile's birthday. She was
glancing with half pleasure and half
humor at the array of books, flowers
and confectionery that covered the
library table when maid brought her
in note
There is g great, big package just
come" she announced, shall l have il
fetched in here?"
Wait" and Lucille opened the en-
velope and scanned the note.
"Oh, Ethel" she cried to her sister
Paul Willis has sent me a picture
one he painted! Yes Ito the maid)
have them bring it in here and opened
here" "
She was not little excited and curl
Gus. Paul was attracting notice in the
world of art and to possess one of his
pictures was a privilege. What would
the subject be?
When the final wrappings were re-
moved, she stood before it silent and
memory-moved.
Her sister gave little cry of pleas.
ure.
"Oh, Lucille! understand how h,
could paint you, but how could he re-
member that picture-the one we al
loved so and we were so provoked wher
papa gave it away Why, Paul was 4
mere child when he saw it,"
The maid now brought in a secont
package, small picture, with explain
atory note.
Lucille unpacked the portrait-tht
one thing left to her from her olt
home.
Later, when Paul Willis called, h
found her still standing before the pic
: ture he had painted. He stood beside
her as they had stood in their child
, hood, only now she was gazing intent
, ly at the picture while his eyes wer,
upon her.