Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-29

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from San Francisco to Paris ' to see you, you
might find time to listen to him"
Molly put down her knife and eyed Hargraves
severely 1t seems to me that when a man has
been definitely told not to come he deserves what
he gets Do you think you could reach that blue
plate off the top of the little cupboard in the cor
ner, Teddy, without upsetting everything?"
AS Hargraves walked across the studio it oc-
CURED to her, not for the first time, that he
unusually good looking, clean cut, well set up
young man; but she had outgrown the time when
mere good looks outweighed the things that were
so much worth while. ~.
Your artists must be hungry lot" he observed
goomy as he gave her the plate and leaning against
the table watched her arrange the sandwiches in
neat little piles. Her short gray corduroy frock
was almost too consciously daubed with paint, and
the big bow at her fiat white collar had truly
Latin Quarter flavor. What do you like about It
all so much?" he demanded abruptly.
Why, l like the whole spirit of the place"
Molly gave a comprehensive of the hand. Il
like it because nobody cares who your grandfather
was, or how little money you have or how much,
as long as you're worth while yourself. l like it
hemmed in by lot Of silly conventionalities. ''
Which means, suppose" said Hargraves, that
you can go round without chaperon"
Molly grouped the tea cups carefully round the
kettle, and ignored him. She seemed young, this
SLIM straight figure and the dark lashed blue eyes,
and brown hair with glints of gold in it, were more
than ever attractive
Hargraves leaned forward with sudden serious
ness It's no place for girl alone, Molly, girl
like you"
"Indeedl" remarked the girl. And what, pray,
do you know about it? Have you ever lived here,
Mr.. Hargraves?"
No. he replied. "As don't live in the slums
at home, can't why should in Paris. It's all
right for man, and l don't suppose anything
matters to those frowzy looking girls you
about"
"Frowzy looking girls!" cried Molly Indignantly
Just because they don't dress like every woman
you know l wish l could paint the way some of
them dol"
Hargraves, noting the usefulness of this remark,
thanked Heaven devoutly that she could not paint.
You weren't cut out for this sort of thing, any,
way he went with earnestness than tact.
e It's only the ugl women whom nobody cares any,
thing about, who paint and write novels
That remark said Molly majestically, lis
quite worthy of you" She rested her elbows on the
table, and chin in hand surveyed him seriously.
You are very peculiar young man, Teddy; you
alternate between asking to marry you and
showing me how horribly miserable we'd be. Can't
you yourself how different are?
MOL! he protested stoutly. " must say can't.
Of course know am not half good enough for you.
have never seen the man who But before you
took this absurd-before you made up your mind
to here, it seemed to me we got on
tremendously well. We have always lived in the
place. and know the same people, and
are both fond of hunting and good country life.
And you could fuss round among pictures and
books and that sort of thing much as you like"
He ended with irrelevance.
Molly gave little laugh at this RELOCATION of the
arts to back shelf.
You seem to think pretty poor lot out