Amador ledger., 1907-07-19

gray blue eyes. Sometimes he ha6
thought that if he could have looked
down instead of up, she might have
said YES" instead of mo"
isn't it good crowd today? You
see, 1 had something special to bring
them. You haven't met Lecca vet,
have you? Hello there, old chap! I
want you to know Miss Gardiner. You
wouldn't think he was an Italian, eh.
Pen?" Hunter ratified on. "Who ever
heard of six foot Italian, with blond
hair at that?"
My friend Hunter said that he
would not make of me either a lion or
yet a curio, but listen how he talks. -
Some one turned on an electric light.
and before its flash the soft shadows of
the studio disappeared. Penelope gave
a little gasp and G4owly from Lecca's
face every vestige OF color faded.
Penelope recovered first.
"Ah, there is Dorothy Kent pouring
tea. l know it will be worth drink
ing" And Lecca, dazed, watched the
trail of q shimmering ciel blue voile
skirt across Hunters priceless rugs to
the tea table. There for several min
utes she stood with her back turned
full upon the group around her host
and his guest of honor
She was the center of another laugh
ing group when she felt his compelling
gaze drawing her away from the chat
ter. Hunter was speaking to her in a
tone which the tense, nervous girl did
not realize was one of renunciation.
"Lecca has been unpacking some of
his traps in my farther room. He
wants to know if you would like to
see them. It's an honor, Pen. Even
1 have not seen the picture he expects
to exhibit at the academy next month.
He's a fine fellow. Met him last year
in Paris. Awfully glad he has taken
shine to you"
Without speaking Penelope passed
through the door whose hangings Lee.
ca drew aside for her. He crossed to
q canvas and threw back the drapery
which hid it.
Il have named it The Old World and
the New" he said simply.
Penelope looked with widening eyes
There was the t estried wall of the
throne room in All its old world color
ings, faded, in places almost obscure,
while against it. vital, full of grace
and vigor, was the figure of an alert
American girl clad in navy blue broad
cloth, a velvet picture hat on her soft
brown hair and a great bouquet of
Roman violets at her belt.
you see, have done what you said
something worth while-and, having
done it, have come to show it to you
and your people. 1 wanted you to
know that you had made it possible
it is not for SALE He drew himself
up proudly, and she reached out her
head pleadingly.
"And if it was-I-I could not buy it.
Much has happened to me since the
day-in the throne room. We've have
lost everything"
"Ah!' The man drew long, deep
breath. Fate has indeed been kind;
otherwise 1 might not speak, I was
a foolish boy, unworthy son of a gifted
father, proud of my authority in the
royal guard and my toy uniform
faugh-until you came and the man in
me cried out in shame. You said
could do it. Have I done it well
enough to please you"
She bowed her head and then raised
it again. Yes, without the helmet and
the high heels, he still lowered above
her, and then her eyes fell before his
earnest gaze.
''That day-it was the same, the
glance, the flash, you will forgive me,
the message of love. In our country
love does not wait. Yet for five years
1 have worked for you. All 1 am you
have made. Today 1 may be artist to
our king. Win you come"
ITO my king-yes."
And, though his next words were of
his own country, the girl understood.
for the language Of love is the same
in the old world and in the new.