The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-02-03

Copyright, 1906, by Joseph B. Bowleso I
1t was yellow room, her sanctum.
and seemed 10 hold eternal sunshine.
1t was at the top OF the great town |
house, and extended right through the |
building from east to west Wide case.
ment windows with deep window seats |
opened out, on the east. TO the park; 50 |
that you looked away into greenness
and space, and missed the traffic that
surged In the roadway beneath,
The walls were hung With old yellow
tapestries. and art treasures abounded
And she who. sat there in the quaint
princess or fairy Observation-Disclosures and
silent Dreaming amid beauty-herself It's
Very essence--yet waiting in unconscious
fo the aszee 81 his only
child possessed unusual beauty, had de-
sired an artist TO paint her In her sane-
tum. Pamela was now a"ainting inc
first sitting.
She was so cngrossed in thought that
she did not hear him announced. AMI pm
ly became aware of his presence oy inc
deep sigh OF artistic pleasure 5h "a, t ese
capped him rs he gazed speiipounu on lhe
She moved slightly and broke the spell.
Don't move. please Keep 5vs' ne as
feet" he said, eagerly, and with GER
tain authority. .,,4 49,
portrait?'
Her voice was soft and musical, and
she had a slightly foreign intonation
that was quaint and pretty IL came
with. a touch Of surprise to the e., M .,,sh
for her father was typlcal EtBHsii-
man, proud and reserved.
II had dared to imagine 1t possible
til I saw you" he said. Now you
'' But howa'. Her wonderful eyes
widened with surprise, and he found
Observation-Disclosures he made q gest,
| lI1a.. T., Cop,t
your
4 little smile lifted the corners OF her
mouth as she answered: Is that SO
did not know thai that Mr. was Mrra on,,as
The artist was rapidly making the
NECESSARY preparations for beginning
his sketch. He lootcl UP at her words
and meeting her drol expression,
"Ah, 1t is not your size,' he SAID, II
is your beauty"
over his crayons and paints ana ne
missed the ner thaa @r was er
WELL for 1T would but have deepened
| his despair.
Her smile grew.
Beauty is but skin deep, they say
Your canvas shoull be strong enough
to hold mo even SOL
Enroll Strengthened himself from his
stooping position and looked at his FAR
said: .
'Ah, the beauty is not all. There is
the spirit behind that Is moro. difficult
to capture: and behind yet again is the
woman's heart that will fwaken only
at the coming of her prince Isn't that
I'll think it isl she said, wonder
ingly, and once more the rare roses
bloomed In her cheeks. "But-how did
| You know?"
4 He was standing now before his easel
i busy at work, watching each subtle
i change of expression fit across her face
1 with tho artist side Of hinr uppermost.
1 and therefore unhampered by the self
consciousness of the man.
II read 1t in Your eyes. i think, he
Just then the door opened and a trim
maid crossed the, spacious room and
4 seated herself with her work at the
farther window.
carried away with him in his heart.
and an ache that would never be cured
iIstill he had won fame, and might dare
Is awaken the princess.
4 The sittings took place regularly, and
1 and tho portrait grew, and so did their
' Pamela's deep eyes gained gladness
land an added wistfuness Of, which
she knew not. but which enhanced her
beauty inthe eyes of Enroll
soul; 4it looked out Of her glorious eyes
and startled the beholder by Its power
/ and loneliness, and to Enroll 1t prophe-
4 sled fame The real Pamela was not
quite SO confidential after q time, She
/ was her nature, but at times she would
/ become shy and the ache grew and grew
/ in the artists heart.
i IIe knew that the princess was ready
\ to awaken but, alas! the poor prince
/ was DELAYED in his coming,
y II..ts all ,I 1tar Is,