The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1907-06-20


the wrong copper mine, is ineXcusabe.
Pen-there are so many who loved yoI
in spite OF your money and love You
more now because you haven't any
won't you Gomez
st. Anthony himself couldn't refuse
you, kathie," said Penelope. puShin:
aside her work Il am going, anu
what is more, I shall wear my he"
spring frock, made over from one that
last year l might have given to ms
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then withdrawn it's hypocritical smiles.
Through the open door of Hunters
studio came the click Of teacups and q
confused murmur of we'll bred voices.
"Jolly glad to see you," exclaimed
Hunter, looking up into Penelope'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 a good crowd today? You
see, had something special to bring
them. You haven't met Lecca yet,
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 a six foot Italian, with blond
hair at thatY'
"My friend Hunter said that he
would not make Of me either a lion or
yet curio, but listen how he talks. ="
Some one turned on an electric light,
and before its fash 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.. l know it will be worth drink
ing" And Lecca, dazed, watched the
trail of O 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 q
tone which the tense, nervous girl did
not realize was one Of remuneration.
"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 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.
II have named it The Old World and
the New" he said simply.
Penelope looked with widening eyes
There was the tapestried 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, q velvet picture hat on her soft
brown hair and great bouquet OF
Roman violets at her belt.
"You see, I have done what you said
-something worth whtle-and, having
done it, have come to show it to you
and your people. I wanted you to
know that you had 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
"Ahp' The man drew a long, deer
breath. "Fate has indeed been kind
otherwise l might not speak! I was
foolish boy, unworthy son of giftec
father, proud Of my authority In the
royal guard and my toy uniform
faugh-until you came and the man II
me cried out in shame. You said
could do it. Have I done it vel
enough to please your
She bowed her head and then raised
it again. Yes, without the helmet anc
the high heels, he still lowered above
her, and then her eyes fell before hif
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 yearf
l have worked for you. All l am yot
have made. Today may be artist td
our king. Will 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
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