Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-08-03

s,ps6eh book. barrel had said nothing
more concerning feminine artistic abil
ity. He was struggling with the old
disappointment and with the old love
that as II the intervening years had
been for nothing, had returned with
redoubled force at the sight Of Eliza 4
baths beauty. She was so dainty, So
merry. 80 winsome, that Darrell had
never been able to consider her for her
art seriously. She was a thing to be
adored and protected and shaved Tor
The toll Of profession was ridiculous
considered with Elizabeth. .-~. -,,..} =
She sat looking at him In an inscru-
table sort of way. You must take me
to the places you want sketched frst-
Horace, 80 that l won't get confused
by seeing too much else"
They padded slowly up to the foot
Of Gray Eagle. Darrell held the canoe
against the current and looked up at
the magnificent blur side, whose great
face was deep and cool with pines.
The Mississippi bluffs were new to
Elizabeth. She sat In silence for mo-
ment, looking at the grandeur OF river
and shore. Then she began to sketch
rapidly. All the brilliant spring after
noon they padded about In silence Tor
the most part. Elizabeth slipped her
sketches as rapidly as they were fin
ished into her portfolio, and Darrell dill
not ask to see them. He was grateful
to Elizabeth that she did not rhapso-
die over the scenery. Words were in
adequate and idle here. foe
At last the girl, with tired little
sigh, slipped the. last sketch into her
portfolio. Now, If you will come back
to supper with me we will talk them
over" she said. .-
They sat on Mrs. Brady's porch just
before sunset, and Elizabeth laid one
of her sketches in DarrePs lands. He
gave a little start Of surTs ;e. How
had she done It? The Mississippi. cal i.
swift and deep, in all it's potency Of
motion; then for miles bluff after bluff,
pushing into water, stern, forbidding,
yet lovely; the tenderness of the blue
SKY, the softpess Of ragged clouds
| the
elizabeth" said Darrell, and his
voice trembled little, II did not know
that you could do this. This is better
than Winston's best work"
Elizabeth looked anxiously into his
face. do you think that?" she said.
I Darrell again studied the sketch. ut
Is wonderful" he said. "You have told
more in these few strong brush strokes
than 1 have in my whole book. Eliza.
beth,'' wistfully, ''how could you I'M
derstand so well?"
Elizabeth cfasped her hands softly In
her lap. ''Oh, but you see I've read
the book and reread II, SO was pre-
pared to see all that you did. The
book was as-as fine and strong as
you are, Horace" r
The man rose and walked back and
forth. elizabeth, can you ever for
give me for being such fool as to be
little your work? Why, do you know
admire Winston's work so much thai
l was in the seventh heaven when
found that could get him to do ms
illustrating, and your work is far and
away better than his" He turned
toward the girl abruptly. "Elizabeth
why did you conner ##&B
"Because"-the girl looked up at hin
bravely-1 wanted to see you again
and She paused. #TC'I
"And" suggested Darrell.
"And when you asked for Winston
I was glad to come. always slgI
my work Winston. 1t is my middle
name, you know"
Darrell drew her close to him. "Ru
your 'artr" he Questioned.
Ell wanted to see If a woman
could" she whispered.
"And woman always SHALL" h
said. Winston shall illustrate al
my books"