The Oakes times., 1907-08-29

because your rather dropped money IN
the wrong copper mine, is inexcusable.
Pen-there are SO many who loved you
in spite Of your money and love you
more now because you haven't any,
won't you come|
| st. Anthony himself couldn't refuse
you, Kathie," said Penelope, pushing
aside her work. Il am going, and
what is more, shall wear my new
spring frock, made over from one that
last year I might have given to my
maid"
Penelope could say such things with
out touch Of bitterness. She seemed
rather to glory in the fact that she was
self supporting, able to face the world
which had promised her so much and
then withdrawn its hypocritical smiles.
Through the open door of Hunters
studio came the click of teacups and a
confused murmur of we'll bred voices.
"Jolly glad to see you," exclaimed
Hunter, looking up into Penefope's
gray blue eyes. Sometimes he had
thought that if he could have looked
down instead Of up, she might have
said 'Yes," instead of 'No"
isn't it good crowd today? You
see, I had something special to bring
them. You haven't met Lecca yet,
have you? Hello there, old chap!
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?" /.
"AIy friend Hunter said that he
would not make of me either q lion or
yet 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
little gasp and slowly from Lecca's
face every vestige of color faded,
Penelope recovered first.
"Ah, there is Dorothy Kent pouring
tea. I know it will be worth drink.
Ing" And Lecca, dazed, watched the
trail Of a 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
| uuu LIS guest OI 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 q
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
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
a shine to you"
| Without speaking Penelope passed
through the door whose hangings Lee
ca drew aside for her. He crossed tt
canvas and threw back the drapery
which hid it.
II have named it The Old World ant
the New" he said simply.
Penelope looked with widening eyes
There was the tapestried wall of the
throne room in all it's old world color
tngs, 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 sof
brown hair and great bouquet OF
Roman violets ut her belt.
"You see, have done what you sale
something worth while-and, having
done it, have come to show it to yor
and your people. wanted you tt
know that you'd made it possible
it is not for sale"- He drew himself
up proudly, and she reached out he,
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, deer
breath. "Fate has indeed been kind
otherwise I might not speak! I was
q foolish boy, unworthy son of giftee
father, proud Of my authority ins the
royal guard and my toy uniform
faugh-until you came and the man IL
me cried out in shame. You said
could do it. Have l done it vel
enough to please you?''
She bowed her head and then raised
it again. Yes, without the helmet ant
the high heels, he still lowered above
her, and then her eyes fell before hi
earnest gaze.
"That day-it was the same, the
glance, the. fash, you will forgive me
the message Of love. In our country
love does not wait. Yet for five years
I have worked for you. All am 70,
have mede. Today may be artist t.
our king. Will you come?'
ITO my king
And, though his next words were o
his own country, the girl understood
for the language of love is the same
in the old world and in the new.
Men 40 eoardsrs. So
A woman who has made a nodes
competence by running private no
tel says she would rather have womer