The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1906-05-10

1HSly uL IL IEdBlnenC "a VlNIu Dlue Nene-
tian water and sky But, sure, Mr..
Lawrence amt troubling the paints
much these days" barking back to his
subject with sigh. But, well, WELL"
suddenly changing his tone, 81 must be
going. Good evening, miss. And il
there's anything you want don't hest
tate to call upon old Pat for it."
But the girl had drawn near the door,
"IS-iS anything the matter with Mr..
Lawrence?" she asked in a carefully
Indifferent voice IL think used to
know him in Paris"
Did you, now?" The old man shook
his head. "'Tis very sick fear he s,''
he answered soberly. Pm thinking
that If no one comes to nurse him it's
to the hospital he will be going. We've
written his family, but they must be
away. The doctor said that if no one
came he'd most likely be took tonight
'Tis sad to hear him, miss"
"Sad?" repeated the girl, with avert
ed face.
"He do be calling all the time" ex-
planned Pat Marion, Marion,' tits
that he's whispering"
'Aiarion?" faltered the girl. She
bent forward. you are-you are sure?"
sheaemanded tensely.
Marion or Maude or maybe tits
Mary" returned Pat lndifferently. "I'm
not good on remembering names. But
it must be some one he's terrible fond
Of His whole studio is filed with pic
lures of one young lady, drawn every
kind of a way. 'Twould fair surprise
you. He's sure got his eye on some
one" droll smile tightening the cor
ners of his mouth.
"Well, wish she'd come, them" the
sigh returning. I'D have job for
her. But good night again. miss" rec
ollecting himself with start. Here |
am goss.png away when | should be
doing my work. And don't trouble
your head about Mr. Lawrence. He'll
most likely pull through" And with
final clatter of the poker he was gone.
But 1t is very easy to tell person
not to trouble To follow such an in
junction is a different matter. Miss
Vandervier's face as she turned back
TO the fiickering log wore changed
expression. Bob Lawrence upstairs
and i'll! That in all the big city Of
New York she should have happened
upon the very building which sheltered
Bob What could be more unfortu-
nate? This had been the first thought
which leaped to her mind as the old
man chartered on, followed, however,
by the consoling reminder that they
need not therefore necessarily meet.
And then, with a shock, the uneXpect-
come the news of his illness and de-
llrium. For a moment cold finger
seemed laid upon her heart. Bob i'll
and calling for another girl!
Yet why should she care? She did
not, she told herself, with quick toss
OF the head. She had taken that chance
when she sent him away. He had been
hers first. hers utterly. A sudden vi
sion of those old Paris days rose before
her mind when Bob had begged her TO
marry him and come home, and she,
trying her wings and rejoicing In their
strength, had only laughed. Give up
her work and so homer How could
he ask it?
But he had asked it and then gone
away, and now he WAS upstairs III and
calling for another girl. Her mind re-
verted constantly TO that thought
Naturally she had told him to forget
her, but equally naturally, with the
fine self confidence of her sex, she had
never believed that he would. Re
luctantly the truth now forced itself
upon her consciousness that in all her
day dreams of winning fame the re-
turn of joyful and proud Bob had al
ways been the climax.
With a determined effort Miss Van
deryier flung herself into chair and
tried TO absorb herself in the cherished
studio, but to no avail. The thought OF
that lonely, Ill figure upstairs persisted
TO the exclusion of everything else He
was Ill, very Ill, aud they were going
10 take him away. and all he needed
was nursing. The girl caught up-
steadily ut the arms OF the big chair
and half sprang TO her feet. But that
other glrl-could she, oh, could sheY
And then, with slngnlarly sweet