Los Angeles herald., 1907-09-01

tention to do so. And the Artlst salu sraVeiy 10
Ethedreda:
.sYoA will come tomorrow, you know, at the
same hour-you and the child But will you try,
please, to come on the hour? You were very late
this morning. l lost the light really wanted.
Then Etheldreda murmured something, caught
at Lnnies hand, and was off pfecipitately down the
path to the road. go
To Jinnie's amazement, when they reached the
clearing of buttercups, Etheldreda caught him in
her arms and kissed him.
That" said she, was an adventure, blessed
child"
"Aunt Cecil" Etheldreda asked that day. ''whe
has the lodge?"
Miss Cecil made her lips in little straight line
while she braided her embroidery silks.
IAN artist" said. she, to whom an artist was an
artist.
what artist dear?" asked Ethedreda, to whom
an artist was artist, not. She went on making
a house of cards for Linnie.
"His name is Moberly-John Moberly," Miss
Cecil said, in tone like another straight line.
'Mobery" Etheldreda repeated-and her voice
was always thing of soft curves that Miss Cecil
did not hear, so it wonder that Miss Cecil
did not hear them now.
"Mcberly" Miss Cecil assented. Linn1e, pick
up your cards Then she saw the girls eyes lifted
with something that unaccountably held her own.
What of that?" she inquired crispy.
"Only that Mr.. Moberly is tremendously fa>-
nous man you know" Ethedreda said slowly.
"No" Miss Cecil said, II did not know pay
no attention to values that likely to be pro-
nounced false by the next generation. Linnie PICK
up your cards"
cat once, Linfed!" said Miss Cecil. "Auntie
does try so hard There's Mr.. Joseph Winchell
in the lodge too.' she volunteered. HE really
took it first. But he is away now"
Joseph winchell!" said Etheldreda Il met
him in Rome. Oh!'' she said, you are sure he is
away now?'
fortunately, yes' said Miss Cecil, and her OBJ
yious satisfaction was entirely reflected in Ethel
dreda's face "IIe has been away for some days"
Jaw gone, Mr.. Winchell," observed Linnie abb
senty.
"Linheld" said Miss Cecil to him little severe
ly. pray be quiet child
Linnie looked thoughtfully at Etheldreda.
keep chile auet?' he quoted gravely. !" Keep
chile quiet f you tan?' Like man said
Etheldreda toppled the house of cards to earth.
'Linnie' she said, breathlessly. perhaps per-
haps Aunt Cecil viii let US have tea in the garden
Picnic" corrected Linnie severely. tomorrow.
Picnic to-morrow?"
Etheldreda took him in her arms.
Dear she coaxed, "let's have the picnic this
afternoon, and not go tomorrow morning at all.
Wouldn't that be better? To have the cake with
nuts in now"
Linnie thought 1t over and decided as all the
world decides COR does not if it believes the other
eyes, now," he said
There were the butternut trees, the ten o'clock
SUM- and light of spring. There one tree
whose divided trunk curved outward in the half
of perfect Gothic arch. In was little at one
side of that arch that Etheldreda had stood yester
day. and Moberly walking up and down certain
lane of light, could reconstruct the picture she
had made She perfect in that setting, he
said over, and he was, among mortals, the lucky
mortal. paramount. On which, with frown, ne
snapped his watch on the obvious information that
she was twenty minutes late, and the light was
going like water. She was not quite perfect then,
it seemed. Though, ff you cannot have beauty and
the infallible spirit of promptness too Moberly re-
hected that he of all men, the last to prefer
the infallible spirit. But Winchel was due to be
back that day. and it would be annoyingly like him
to arrive at any minute. 1t had been fine of Win
chell to get such model for him. although, he re-
fected what had the man meant by suggesting
was doing? Holland! She was italy, she was
Spain; she was of world that never was
All, and she was here Moberly saw someone
coming up the lane of light, fast being laid with
half-after-ten shadows. But she had not brought
the child And-good heavens she had worn
another frock He would have thought, he would
have sworn that she was above that
Came then hesitating voice, lifted to conquer
some distance yet between them.
Good morning, Mister-r Moberly. I'm
\ do beg your pardon but guess am quite little
Moberly stared. She had on something black
and white, in checks and she had nice little face,
resolutely suggesting Dutch winged cap. She
seemed in kind of pleasant CONSERVATION, and
she caught picturesquely at the folds of her skirt
But Moberly would have none of her
What is this about?" he inquired briehy-Win-
CneH udu tOlu uliH II Was MS ruu6ue55 JndL udu
got him a reputation.
why I'm Sophie vron," said the black-ahd-
white checks, advancing. Mother thought I'd
ought to come yesterday, and was quite sure it
was to-day and Mr.. Winchell was away, SO
couldn't ask him whether"
Moberly broke In masterfully
"Mr. Winchell isn't here-he isn't here" he
planned, "and have all engagement at once. At
once. I'm waiting for my model now"
The little Dutch face was grave. and firm in it's
own understanding.
II guess I'm the model. she said. IL you're Mr..