The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1905-02-15
a Sepia Sketcla
: Coed night, Harry!.

iissed the pictured face before her.
1t was 8 ceremony gone thror.;i,
every night, as it lad bse, for dc
last ten years. In the early days.
with silent tea1s, in a Lavender
scented attic, now electric light
was switched on in the biz studio in
Washington where Harry Lawtonss
picture hung in lite silver frame to
inspire the pastels and dainty minia-
tnfes which had brought Isobel
Eastwick fame.
Ten Years ago young Lawton had
sailed for South America, vowine
as soon as he had a home to offer
her to- return and claim Istibels
promise to wait; for him.
Miss Eastwick was nothing IL Il moi not
constant-nothing if not fanciful,
her friends said, though they did not
guess at the romance Of her life, and
she had cherished the memory of
those promises and the hope that
one day her lover would return. M
Paul Maitland was one of the few
people WHO knew the whole story,
and in spite Of that he had asked
her to marry him. III
The question had grieyed Miss
EastwickIs soul. 1t seemed to sbe a
reflection OH her constancy, and she
was not q little afraid that this un-
expected development might end
their friendship.
But he; had spoken strongly, a
great deal too strongly, on the sub
.ject of wasted affections, pink and
white boys, etc.he who wss really
smpossibly ugly. And yet
s. AS though to convince herself of
his impossibility Miss Eastwick
picked up sepia sketch of o mans
head-it was an ugly face, with the
determined jaw and deep. set eyes
and laid it for a moment beside the
water color in its dainty silver
frame. She laughed. TIE contrast
was too funny !
Hiss Eastwick stood painting in
her studio before an easel, making
the most Of the early spring sum
shine. The many successful por-.
traits at last years exhibitions had
Brought her more work than she
could do, and she rose early and Ia
bored hard for love Of her art. }s..5
Paul Maitland had sometimes
Brought his fiddle and played to her
nm the afternoons when her visitors
had departed, but today he had not
come, and she missed shis dark, ugly
face, his deep, refined voice express
arg her own half formed, wholly in.
sxpressible thoughts. 5.s .ss
I. y 4 h tIIslli ere was knock. It must
be he He would not stay away
simply because che could not marry
him. A faint, becoming blush rose.
ITO her cheek. es, it was mans
] tread coming upst taiTs, but not Matt
lands surely This was heavier,
and this red faced, red bearded man..
with meaningless light eyes! Who
could he be !? Who 2? And then ina
moment she knew. ss3:,3.
sHarryl' 3 81 5;.
5E g gracious # What elegant
quarters ellie, you are. q peach r.
q stWdhg that might have been cut
with a. knife
Il Iss 81 last was speechle less
She glanced from the inncompro-l
missing figure on the heartti Ill i ssSto. IS
the water color on the wall and
only d sickening dread that lie had
come to claim her pmise kept her
from bursting into ucontroIl liable
laughter at the attering Of her
idol
sS'$ I've times and times asen your
name IN the illust tSated papers we've
had IN Lima he was sayiag, !, & paint
ing dangh ghtsrss and wives OF million
aires dIchesses and lords apdi even
"a royal princes ss. Haven, tie bow !.
stared when ssYs told them hoWyou
and were goine & to be married
saTbs my ship came in n
oll spoke off 3 i,e like that
Iisa sastWick though And it;ss
WAS for YOU that j sers M away Paul Il
And a though = it II mat tered has
man loo ked like,
sss sR ioisre an eIega Int little woman
ssaloagh 81 III & cont nsinned
s,onde ding ssl non: ID b
different bsiild oss d ssoln 10 asi Voul
ss:saise sshreeoss you. L, 81
could l,s
he sas d bit jealous of YOU I