The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-10-17

Brady, VITO VIII be glad 70 have 4
paying guest"
THAT afternoon Elizabeth sat IN the
canoe facing DarreI, n her Jap was :
sketch book Darrel had sAid aothlns
nore concerning feminine artistic Ahil.
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
rsdoublsd ferce At the sight Of Eliza
beth's beauty. She was 20 dainty, M
merry, 70 winsomc, that Darrel had
never been able To consider her FOR her
art seriously. She was d thing to be
adored and protected and slayed for.
The toll Of 4 profession was ridiculous
considered with Elizabeth.
She sat looking at him In an inscra.
table sort Of way, you must take mo
70 the places you want sketched 6rst,
Horace. 20 that won't gst confused
BY seeing too much else"
Thsy padded slowly up to tho foot
u Gray Eagle. Darrel held tho canoe
against the current and looked up at
the magnificent blum side, whose great
face was deep and cool with pines.
The Mississippi bluifs were new to
Elizabeth. She rat In silence for mo.
mont, looking at the grandeur Of river
and shore Then she began 70 sketch
rapidly. All the brilliant spring after
noon they padded about IN silence Tor
The most part Eulixabeth slipped her
sketches a. rapidly as they were an
ishsd into her portfolio, and Darrell DID
not ask to 80 them. He was grateful
% Elizabeth that she aid not rhapso-
dise over the scenery. Words wers IN.
adequate and Idle here.
At last tho girl, with 4 tired little
aigh, slipped the last sketch into her
portfolio. "Now, n you VIII come back
% supper with No We will talk thsm
over" she said.
They sat on Mrs. Brady's porch just
before sunset, ana EIixabeth laid one
Of her sketches IN Darrers hands. He
gave q little start Of surprise. How
had she done III Ths Mississippi. calm,
swift and deep. In all its potency Of
motion; then for miles blum after blum,
pushing aptp wxteF, stsFa, fofb1ddins,
NJ lovely; u tenderness Of the blue
sty, the softness OF ragged clouds.
the-- s't. ssi
aIrlixabeth," said DafrcI, and his
voice trembled q little, n 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 thatfs she said.
Darrel again studied the sketch. 1T
ID wonderful he said. "You have told
moro In these few strong brush strokes
than have In my whole book. Eliza
BETH wistfully. ''how could you nm
derstand 80 well?"
Elizabeth clasped her hands softly In
her lap. "Oh, but you see I've read
the book and reread II, 30 ! was pre-
pared to see all that you did. The
book was as--as fine and strong as
you are, Horace"
The man rose and walked back and
forth. Elizabeth, can you ever for
give me for being such q fool as to be-
little your work. why, do YOU know.
admire winston's work SO much that
was In the seventh heaven when !
found that could get him to do my
Illustrating, and your work is far and
away better than his" He turned
toward the girl abruptly. Elizabeth,
why did you come?r
4 .Beeause'- the girl looked up at him
bravely--"I wanted to see you again.
and She paused.
aAndY' suggested Darrell.
"And when you asked for Winston
I was glad 10 come. / always sign
my work winston. It " my middle
name, you know"
Darrell drew her close to him. But
your 'artY" he questioned.
"I--I wanted to see II woman
could,' she whispered. N
"And woman always shall" he
said. winston shall illustrate oil
my books"