The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1907-08-25

Aunt Cecil" Etheldreda asked that day. who
has the lodge?'
Miss Cecil made lips in little straight line
while she braided her embroidery silks.
AN artist" said she, to whom an artist was an
what artist dear? asked Etheldreda, to whom
an artist was artist, not. She went on making
a house of cards for Linnie
His is Moberly-John Mobery. Miss
Cecil said, In tone like another straight line.
'Mobery." Etheldreda repeated-and her voice
was always a thing of soft curves that Miss Cecil
did hear, 1t was no wonder that Miss Cecil
did not hear them now
'Mcberly." Miss Cecil assented. "Linnie, pick
up your cards" Then she the girls eyes lifted
with something that unaccountably held her own
What of that?' she inquired crisply.
only that Mr.. Moberly is tremendously IA
nous man. you know Etheldreda said slowly
No Miss Cecil said, II did not know I pay
no attention to values that likely be pro-
nounced false by the next generation Linnie pick
up your cards
"Cards?" said Linnie pleasantly. building
AT once, Linfed!" said Miss Cecil. . rAuntie
in the lodge too" she volunteered. He really
took it first. But he is away now.
Joseph winchen.' said Etheldreda. Il met
him in Rome. OH" she said, you are sure he Is
Fortunately. yes' said Miss Cecil and her OBJ
vious satisfaction entirely reflected in Ethel
dreda's face. He has been away for days"
law gone, Mr.. Winchell.' observed Linnie abb
"Linfeld!" said Miss Cecil to him little severe
l.. Pray be quiet child"
Linne looked thoughtfully at Etheldreda.
g Keep chile quiet?' he quoted gravely " Keep
chile quiet f you tan?' Like man said"
'I.nnie," she said breathessly, .'perhaps-per-
haps Aunt Cecil will let have tea in the garden.
picnic tea!
Picnic" corrected Linnie severely, Tomorrow.
Picnic tomorrow"
Etheldreda took him in her arms
Dear" she coaxed lets have the picnic this
afternoon. and not go morning at all.
Wouldn't that be better? To have the cake with
Linne thought it over and decided as all the
world decides. Cor does not if it believes the other
Eyes, now" he said.
There were the butternut trees the ten o'clock
sun ana sn. OF sprng was One h ha es
of perfect Gothic arch. In little at one
side of that arch that Ethedreda had stood yester
day, and Moberly walking up and down certain
lane of light, could reconstruct the picture she
had made. She perfect in that setting, he
said over, and he was, among mortals, the lucky
mortal paramount. On which, with frown he
snapped his watch the obvious information that
she twenty minutes late, and the light was
going like water. She not quite perfect, then,
it seemed Though, if you cannot have beauty and
the nfalble spirit of promptness too, Moberly re-
fected that he was, of all men, the last to prefer
the infallble spirit. But Winchell was due to be
back that day, and it would be annoyingly like him
to arrive at any minute. 1t had been fine of Win
chell to get such a model for him. although, he
fected. what had the man meant by suggesting
that she was the one for the Holland things he
doing? Holland She Italy: she
SPAIN she of world that never was
All, and she here. Mober1y
coming up the lane of light, fast being laid with
half -after-ten shadows. But she had not brought
the child And-good heavensi she had worn
another frock He would have thought. he would
have that she above that
Came then hesitating voice. lifted to conquer
distance yet between them.
Good morning, Mister-r Moberly, I'm sure I
do beg your pardon but guess am quite little
late
Mober1y stared. She had something black
and white IN checks and she had nice little face.
resolutely suggesting Dutch winged cap. She
seemed in a kind of pleasant CONSERVATION, and
she caught pcturesquely at the folds of her skirt.
But Moberly would have none of her.
What is this about?" he inquired brfefy-Win-
chell had told him 1t his rudeness that had
got him reputation
Why. I'm Sophie vron." said the olack-and-
white checks, advancing Mother thought I'd
ought to come yesterday, and quite sure II
was to-day, and Mr. wfnche11 away. SO
couldn't ask him whether"
Moberly broke In masterfully.
"Mr. wincheIl isn't here-he isn't here he
planned. land ] have an engagement at once. At
once. I'm waiting for my model now"
The little Dutch face grave, and firm in its
understanding q
'I guess I'm the model" she said 'if you're Mr.