The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1906-06-14
THE
IDEAL LADY
By Kathleen Whiienbuy Gilbert



empty place, flying impatientiy to the
next There were, of course, the usual
nun Der of persons to whom it was Il
necessity that this particular tam
should not be missed, and who pre-
ferred to stand to being left lamen Ing
on the platform.
Among these the catching of this
train meant much to tall, slender .
brown-eyed girl, who jumped with
agility upon the platform almost as the
train started Entering the car, she
opened a book and stood with an eX-
preston of determination to stand or
die.
She had not closed the door behind
her before she had recognized in seat
near her youth who had often given
up his seat for her before. She had
not read word of her book before he
had risen, with a cheerful smile, and
pointed to hib vacant place.
In course of time the other passen-
ers alighted one by one, and these Two
found themselves almost alone.
1t was a glorious autumn evening,
about six o'clock. She sat in her cor
ner, her head bent over her book the
vivid colors of the setting sun turning
her brown hair into red gold. He sat
in the corner opposite, his eyes rivete1
on her. She had taken off her gloves
and her slim white fingers clasped her
book; she sat so that her face 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
II beg your pardon-but would you
think it very queer Of me if 1 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 a mere
everyday young man, but now she
could see a sensitive, dreamy express
sion in his eyes and around his mouth,
that stamped him an artist. She vas
SO surprised that she could say nothing
and he went on:
Il really wouldn't be bother to you,
you see-and you don't know what It
would mean to me-"
He had already whipped out note
book and pencil, and his long fingers
twitched as though anxious to begin.
She looked at him with a chilly
smile. Its very odd thing to ask"
she began icily.
You know need not have said any
thing at all about it. But did not like
to do that-it would have seemed like
stealing"
There was something so astonishing
In this shy boy becoming bold that The
girl laughed in spite of herself.
very well,' she said, and dropping
her eyes on her book, apparently gave
1t her whole attention as before.
But the book might have been up-
side down for all she could make of
1t. The words danced about in front
OF her, and the sentences iumbled
themselves together 1t was with the
greatest exertion of will power that
she kept her eyes lowered at all. She
longed TO see what those clever look
ing fingers would make of her.
At last her station was reached.
"Oh-don't-" came in a voice of
such heart-breaking appeal, as she pre-.
pared to depart.
This is my station; I am going"
she said, as the train began to slack.
en- speed
"Oh, no. Not just yet" he cried.
with ring of despair in his voice.
Endeavoring to feel angry, the girl
looked mp at him once more. She
would never have thought his face
capable of such expression and power.
While she looked she hesitated; the
train had stopped She still sat on.
They "ay that he-or she-who hes.
itates in lost; the whistle shrieked
the train gave jerk and began IN
glide away She gave a sigh. burn.
ing flush spread over her face and she
sank back ashamed into her corne,
He drew on almost savagely. cover.
Ing page after page of the notebook
with the rough ideas.
1t was not until the next station
was reached and he opened the door
and stepped out to assist her, that he
spoke:
Il shall never forget what you have
lone for me to-day" he said. 81 only
hope you will forgive me-"
When next they met, soma lon,
months after they stood side bv side
before a picture-the picture. II was
It a soiree given at private view ~
certain art exhibition. and tba
Young artist from where he stood
watching the different effects
lis work had on the more or Iess
'asual spectators, had suddenly
urned his head to the door and seon
Ter come in. She had walked straicht
o his end of the gallery, and stood
notionless before the picture.
He came to her side, and with Soma
hing like an apology for speaking nm
lis face. began: