New-York tribune., 1907-12-29

there" he continued with some heat. But, good
Heavens, Molly, we can't all be artists. Can't you
imagine a man being a decent sort OF chap VINO
doesn 1 go for long hair and corduroyst
Don't be ridiculous, SAID Molly
Hargraves sat up straight at sight of her height
ened color. There isn't anyone over here, Is
there2" he demanded abruptly.
Molly rubbed IntinIte tesIIna spot from the back
OF her hand without replying. Then, with an aWk-
ward laugh Would you go home II | told you
there was.
MOI I'd stay and thresh him" Hargrayes re-
piled iercely. He walked over and took her hands
Look at me- Is there anyone"
m not quite sure, she taltered
You are not quite sure.
Il don't see what YOU have TO do with 1t anyway,
as long as It isn't you she flashed out almost
Il suppose have nothing to do with it." he said
in a low voice, and dropped her hands.
Molly was all penitence when she saw the white
ness OF his face " m 50 fond OF you eddE, TeHy
/ am: but III that way at all have told you
often before.
You never told me in just this way before, he
said f-ov-ning at the tire so YOU don't quite
conceited fool, Molly; but m just sure that way
down IN your heart YOU care Tor me, as am that
to paint like Whistler There is novelty about
OF course said Molly inpatiently if ]
wanted Why, aren't you going to stay to tea:
No: / don't believe / feel in tea mood,
remarked Hargraves gr11nly. And don think
! care meet artist 1TlcnQS just now
He laughed in a nirthess kind OF way as he
opened the door. a. hope he's good sized chap
this one YOU are not quite sure about. ! hate
to fight a little man, You needn't think ! have
given up"
She sat rnoriorless at the little table until long
after the sound of his footsteps had become lost IN
the distance Gordon GORDON, II COnS pan,
II M'd4,nel" came up to her from the street below
She rose with d start Gracious here they are
Already" And she flew to the kitchen To MI the
little brass kettle
The artist friends sauntered IN soon after tina.
Borghild Drinks, bg Norwegian girl, whose l1nIne-
diate onslaught upon the sandwiches disclosed the
fact that she occasionally overlooked .ftlij11.
E,lnice Williams ONillc, to her intimate friends, b,
- no looked like an erratIcally dressed farson S
DAUGHTER and had q demure way OF saving rather
startling things: Maurice FtzHugh, long and lank
who seated himself cross legged the couch. ana
cave them the latest song of the cafes TO guitar
ccoararllrnent: and then a little later. with an lT
of being somewhat pressed tuT time. Richardson
much the artist IN worn brown velvet and flowing
ne They al looked up when Richardson 1f-
reared: Molly with Il slight flush n her cheeks
His 1licturcs would have seemed shocking crig1nas
10 the people 81 his New England town, hut ii the
Latin quarter he was spoken OF Is coming man
Is usual hc seemed scarcely TO have closed the
door before the room rang with arguments con
ct-rlng things artistic
But Molly was distract. She presided over the
-. table IN . mechanical manner and couidn even
pretend 10 be excited over the relative merits ot
Nsne1 and Carritre She wished vaguely that
Richardson would not throw his arms round like
7har and tall. if nobody knew anything about