Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-06-14

ers alighted one by one, and these two
found themselves almost alone.
1t was glorious autumn evening,
about six o'clock. She sat in her cor
ner, her head bent over her book, the
-ivid colors of the setting sun turning
her brown hair into red gold. He sat
N the corner opposite, his eyes rivetei
on her. She had taken off her gloves
and her slim white fingers clasped her
book; she sat so that her race was
three-quarters towards him, her head
bent, and her simple cotton gown fall
ing gracefully about her.
Unaware of his intent scrutiny, she
started in surprise when, suddenly
moving to the seat opposite her, he
spoke:
Il beg your pardon-but would you
think it very queer Of me if l asked
you to let me draw you? Just now, as
you sit there?"
She raised her eyes and looked at
him. She had considered MIN mere
everyday young man, but now she
could see a sensitive, dreamy express
lion in his eyes and around his mouth,
that stamped him an artist. She Vas
so surprised that she could say ncthlng
ana he went on:
Il really wouldn't be bother to you,
you see-and you don't know wha. It.
would mean to me-
He had already whipped out note
book and pencil, and his long fingers
tw.tched as though anxious to begin.
She looked at him with a Chi ~
smile. It's a. very odd thing to ask, >
she began Jelly.
You know I need not have said my
thing at all about it, But did not like
to do that-it would have seemed like
sieallng.'
There was something SO astonishing
N this shy boy becoming bold that The
,siri laughed in spite OF herself.
Very WELL" she said, and dropping
.ler eyes on her book, apparently gave
it her whole attention as before.
side down for all she could make Of
It. The words danced about in front
~ her, and the sentences jumbled
Ii emselves together. 1t was with the
sn attest exertion of will power that
lie kept her eyes lowered at all. She
>, ugef to see what those clever look
- ~ fingers would make Of. her
At last her station was reached.
-'Ol-don't-" came in a voice of
{ uci2 heart breaking appeal, as she pre-
pared to- depart.
This is my station; l am going -
she said, as the train began to slack
IN speed.
"Oh no. Not just yet," he cried,
With a ring Of despair in his voice.
Endeavorfng to feel angry, the girl
looked ND at him once more. She
would never have thought his face
capable Of such expression and power.
while she looked she hesftated; the
train had stopped. She still sat on.
They say that he-or she who hes
ftates is lost; the whistle shrieked
the train gave a jerk and began to
glide away. She gave sigh, burn
.ny flush spread over her face and she
sank back ashamed into her corner
lie drew on almost savagely, cover
jng page after page of the notebook
with the rough ideas.
It was not until the next station
vas reached and tie opened the door
anl stepped out to- assist her, that hi
spoke:
II shall never forget what you have
done for me to-day" he said. II only
hone you will forgive me-"
When next they met, some Ions
months after, they stood side by sid'
before a picture-the picture. 1t wa
at soiree given at a private view o
certain art exhibition, and tn
Young artist, from where he stoo,
hungrily watching the different effect
| his work had on the more or les
! casual spectators, had suddenl
turned his head to the door and see,
her come in. She had walked straigh
to his end of the gallery, and stoo
motionless before the picture.
He came to her side, and with som,
thing like an apology for speaking O
his face, began:
Excuse me-but knew, felt 20
would come this evening
She colored slightly, and gave him
little, distant bow.
Then she looked at the picture.
There was the flaming sunset, jul
>cho remain hered If with. tic Wv
reds lighting UP the face of "a girl 81
ting by a window. q book held in b.
two white hands. There was a sir
/ plicity about the pose and drassir
az the mcture that might easily eau