Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-09-05
CHAPTER VIII.

stride IN.
CHAPTER VIII.
AS Winship came down the long
room, Paula was able to give a deli
mite outline to the vague portrait of
him she had carried away from Monte
Carlo. She saw him now, tall, spare,
muscular, and, as it were, loosely
hung together He swung himself
along with an easy gait in which
there was something both careless
and sure. Careless and sure" seem
ed stamped on his whole person, from
his roughly brushed brown hair. to the
old, russet-colored suit which, as
Paula said to herself, he wore so
distinctly like gentleman" In his
addressed, aristocratic gauntness, he
seemed to her to recall the race of
noble, legendary outlaws-just as a
hollow 1anked, gleaming-eyed dog
will remind one Of wolf
"This is Miss Trafford, Roger" Mrs
Winship said in voice shaking with
emotion "She has come to ask you
to paint her portrait"
Miss Trafford and I have met al
ready" Winship returned as he took
lllG -udIu SllSlCuSu ouC W
without rising from her chair.
For an instant" Paula assentei.
I'm glad you haven't forgotten. You
see," she added turning to Marah,
who had followed her brother into the
room-"you see, we're all friends Of
Lady Alice Holroyd's."
Marah Winship made no response.
Her face had settler into an express
sion of stony repose. AS Winship
drew up small chair beside his
mother and opposite their visitor,
Marah remained standing at dis
lance, just where Paula could not see
her without turning round.
Lady Alice is such an enthusiast
ever your work, Mr. Winship" Poula
hurried on.
"And SO generous in singing other
peoples praises" Winship laughed
ure.
That I couldn't help hoping you
would do portrait of me, If you're
not too busy
"You are very busy. Roger" Marah
warned him, before he had time to
reply. "If you're going to have any
thing ready for the Salon"
| Perhaps Miss Trafford wouldn't
mind my sending this?"
mot at ALL Paula smiled. eve
figured there already. 1t isn't very dis
agreeable. One is hardly ever recog
Enized"
what sort of portrait were yor
thinking OFF" Winship inquired.
Paula confessed that her own ideas
were vague; she would have to ap
peal to him for advice. Carolus Du
ran had painted the bust only; Chart
ran had done three-quarters length
standing; she would accept Mr.. Win
ships Judgment as to how she shout:
be represented now. She did not sa,
that the picture had little or no inter
est for her in itself. While he made
his suggestions she listened inatten
lively. He would paint, her, hi
thought, at full length. almost as, sh'
sat before him in the high Gothic
chair She should be in some sort 0
evening dress, black for preference
or diaphanous black over color. Sh
should have but small tiara in he
hair, and wear a few fine jewels, pos
" sibly emeralds. If she chose emerald
he would carry out the idea in gree
by a glimpse-just a glimpse-of
malachite table in the background
There would be green tints, too, in tn
bit of sky-the sky of a long, lat
summer twilight-that would be Wis
BILE through an open window. 1t woul
} be quite simple-Miss Trafford nee
not fear the contrary-but it woul
. be the princely simplicity with whic
| she ought to be surrounded.
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