The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1907-05-16
CHAPTER Iv.-(Continued.) J

hyddyn has never heard the story OF
Gree"
"Oftener than he cared for, at Elton
and Oxford, l should fancy" said Jerome,
sulkily.
"Oh, but the modern story is far more
wonderful than the classic" cried Stat
ford, mischievously.
"Tell it to Penrhyddyn," shouted Le-
land
"Well, go ahead don't care" said
Jerome, throwing himself back in his
chair.
about five years ago." began Stat
ford, Jerome planned one of those won
derful pictures before which the Magi
of the Academy are always to fall in
PROSTATE worship, and never do. The sub
ject was to be Gree, but the difficulty
was to find a model. After a long and
vain search for the ideal of his minds
eye he was about to give it up in despair,
when, one evening, towards dusk, while
strolling he caught sight of a young GIL
with that half-bewildered look of curios-
ity which denotes the visitor from bucolic
regions. His heart leaped up with big
thump. Golden hair, in showers of wavy
ringlets; dark eyes, full of witchery !;
self He stood spellbound. After a few
seconds, the girl turned round and caught
his glance A slight blush mounted to her
cheek, as she slowly moved away. Her
figure was petite and exquisitely formed !;
her Dress though exceedingly plain, was
graceful and elegant; her manner, as far
as he could judge, although coquettish
and enticing, had something in it that
checked familiarity"
WELL" explained Jerome, "for weeks
l had been so possessed by the idea of my
picture, had so infinitely impressed upon
my mind the kind of model l required,
that, having accidentally stumbled over
the very thing, l was irresistibly impelled
TO follow her. Mr.. Stafford however, had
better finish the story, now he has be-
gun it."
"Circe finally paused for a moment,
and looked about her with an expression
of uncertainty Jerome, who followed only
a few PAGES behind, stopped too. You
may imagine his delight upon seeing the
girl come towards him, with the evident
purpose of addressing him.
"'Pardon me, sir she said, in the most
silvery of tones, and with a timid look
In her eyes but am l in the right direc-
ton for Oxford street,
Eyes but it is a cross way, and diff
cult for stranger to find. | am walking
in that direction and If you will permit
me, will accompany you. Jerome spoke
eagerly but deferentially.
"She cast a quick glance from under
her long, dark lashes, and then, with
sweet smile, said, very gently, 1 thank
you very much, SIR
jerome used to protest that that
glance went through his heart like fire. As
they walked along she told him something
of her history. Her name was Katie
Doran; she was a cergyman's daughter;
her father was a hard, harsh man. and,
unable to endure the iron rule of home,
she had run away, and taken shelter at
the house of a distant relation. She was
trying to get pupils; she was good mu-
stefan, but, alas what chance had an
unknown country girl in this great world
of London|
"Jerome's hopes began to rise, but he
hardly knew how to explain his wishes.
So, screwing up his courage to the stick
ing place, he explained to her, in some
what incoherent language, that he was an
artist; that he had conceived a certain
picture, but had sought in vain for face
lovely enough to embody it, until he had
met her Would she-might he-could
he ask her to give him a sitting? She
might be assured of being treated with
every respect might bring relative with
her.
1.-The reference to her beauty made her
blush with pleasure, and, after slight
hesitation, she consented to visit his
studio the next morning.
1.-The moment she found herself in Ok
ford street, she bade him good night, and
would not hear of his accompanying her
further and so quickly did she disappear
among the crowd that he almost instantly
lost sight of her.
1.-THE next morning, faithful to her
promise, she came to Jerome's studio, and
alone One morning did not suffice our
artist; a second, a third did not com
plete his sketch. Jerome was in love;
and it was such a case of spoons that he
actually proposed marriage to her.
"She certainly bewitched him. Well, |
gentlemen" continued Stafford, affairs
went on thus for about month. The
marriage day was fixed. One afternoon,
Jerome left her in his studio while he
went away " purchase SOLht par LANuleiA /
color he required. He was absent exactly |
half an hour. When he returned Gree
had vanished-not only the living Gree,
but the pictured Gree also, with every
conveniently portable article of value that
was at hand"
"And you have never seen her since"
inquired Arthur, who had listened to the
story with great interest.
Never" answered Jerome. replying
for himself; nor my picture either"
But how about her relation near Ok
ford street? What part did she come
from-what inquiries did you make"
"She never would let me know where
she lived which, in my blind infatuation
| imputed to some family reason, poverty
or something of that kind. | set the po-
lice to work to endeavor to recover my
picture, but they could not CLEAN one
scrap of information anywhere. If ever
she crosses my path again, let her look
out for squalls"
Jerome from that time sat In silence;
and while his companions were engaged
in an animated discussion upon art sub
jects, he took an opportunity of slipping