Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1907-03-26

relief, strangely allied with some
chagrin. that he had not recognized
her; of modification because of pow
erty's Haunting signals in her attire
Well, it was bread for The Boy, at
least
Upon the model-stand-a low wood
en- affair some five or six feet in dia-
meter-she was aware of an assured
isolation. Had Mrs. Thorne been a
chair or table she felt that Cartons
interest in her would have been Of
the same nature, of no less and no
greater intensity.
It is the artists attitude to his
model; but at times she found herself
resenting it duly. She had come reg
ularly now every afternoon for over
a week.
AS for Carton, she felt that she
would have known him anywhere,
just as she had been startled by the
unchanged quality OF his voice, by the
timbre of his football. after so long a
time. How long? Could it be only
eight years since he left their native
village to study his art; but seven
since her marriage. only four since
her husbands death, which had left
her, with The Boy dependent upon
her own exertions, penniless and
without friends?
Once Carton asked her advice about
some small detail of a tea he pro-
posed giving.
I'm afraid" she told him, that l
have been out of the social life for
so long time that I would hardly
know"
"Oh, well, it's a slight matter, after
all. Only l wanted everything to be
just So Women are particular, you
know"
It seemed to Mrs Thorne that
something frightened suddenly about
her heart. There was, then, a woman
to be present, whom he desired to
pleased
And his transformations invitation to
tea she was careful to decline. al
though on the afternoon following the
function she could not refrain from
asking, archly, did she like it?"
"She?" Carton echoed the word in
alarm. Mrs. Thorne saw the color
rise to his forehead; she thought his
manner confused, boyish, ardent.
"She? l didn't know 1 mentioned"
you didn't" she fastened to reas-
sure him. "but women-old married
women like myself-feel privileged to
have intuitions, you know" She fin
ished with little laugh, that even to
her ears rang hollow.
"Yes," he assented, 81 suppose So"
cat least he might have contradicted
that phrase, "old married women!O
"You-you're right" he stammered;
and then his face fell, as did her.
hopes, which she had based on his ex-
pected denial But she didn't come
for some reason"
But she will?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sure she Will" He
vas quite too enthusiastic.
He seized his brush, and began to
slap paint upon the canvas furiously.
Indeed"
"A fellow likes to confide in some
one, you know, Mrs. Thorne." He
hdgeted, very i'll at ease. We've
are to be married next week"
Married? You? Next week?" She
sat bolt upright
why yes; I've just arranged IT,"
He said something else. but she
did not hear; she was thinking that
since he was happy nothing else
mattered much Besides-and here
she raised her head, With proud eyes
-she had The Boy
AT the end of the days sitting he
laid down the tools of his trade with
sigh of relief "There!" he added.
"A couple of days more, and then"
He paused.
Carton rose and walked to the win
dow, where he stood looking out.
"Now, there's the matter Of a gown
that stumps me-" he said, slowly.
I've been to every costumer in town,
and can't get what / want Maybe
you could help me out-Mrs. Thorne"
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