The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1906-1907, 1907-07-18
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mobile whiZzed by. -Four easels crash
ed on the door. The model, slender,
dryad figure, with a spray of spring
boughs over the bare shoulder and a
trail of grass green velvet from bust
! to ankle, broke her pose and turned her
head.
Pasquale himself had been the first
to run and had a front seat so to-
speak, at the middle window, with
Jules lie Breton towering over him.
No one spoke until the moment of
suspense was passed and the white
auto had swerved around the corner of
the Boulevard des Anges. Then low,
intense breath of released suspense
sounded audibly through the bare
room, and the Pasquale students stared
into one another's eyes, rapturously,
gloatlngly just exactly as they had
done every day at the same hour for
six days.
"shs is celestial" murmured lie Bre-
ton huskily as he lifted his fallen
easel.
But be did not place crayon to paper
again that afternoon. He sat and
smoked short Amiens pipe and stared
at the spray Of spring boughs on the
models bare shoulder and the blood
bounded through his veins joyously,
bubbiingly, like the little mountain
brooks breaking through thin April Ice,
lie Breton had spring fever; also, IN
minor degree, lie Breton was newly
In love again.
Pasquale crossed the room as soon
as the model had resumed the pose,
and he bent affectlonately forward
over lie Breton's chair and tapped on
the plump bowl Of the Amlens pipe to
recall lie BretOn's soul from the as
phodel meadow Of day dreams.
mon ami, have discovered small
thing" he said in an undertone so that
Compton from Delaware would not
hear Compton from Delaware was
cynic, a person utterly beyond the
gates of spring enchantment. He had
the artistic temperament but it show
ed itself In his work, not his hair nor
his loves nor his words. And therein
Compton from Delaware was absolute
ly an original and unique character
among the art students at Pasquales.
Also he was absolutely despised as
hopeless business proposition. But the
eyes Of the girl with the spring boughs
passed over lie Breton's blond ringlets
and velvet blouse and fingered on the
close cropped head OF Little Compton
from Delaware.
It was the way he had with women.
81 have discovered her habitation,"
whispered Pasquale. "She is a wild
oW,"
"a widow in whitep lie Breton's
half closed eyes flashed open. "Ah
but 1t Is her within. 1t Is her divinity
revealing itself 1t Is her symbol Of
release She did not love him II she
can mourn IN white. But the art elu-
sive, enchanting, mysterious, to garb
herself from top to toe In syelte white
suede. to swathe her face in creamy
chiffon like an hourl, to challenge ones
daring, to pique the curiosity, does 1t
not all prove the woman behind the
veil, the woman celestial. yet with the
dash, the mere touch, so like the high
light Of the diabolique In her bereaved
nature? Where does she i've Pas
quale7"
Pasquale glanced sideways at Little
Compton. He was extremely busy Civ
Ing a touch to the clasp of gold on the
models left arm, n touch to make 1t
CLEAN.
AT the Hotel Lombard" said Pas.
Quale. II have engaged the interest of
the small boy at the garage. She is a
widow, Nine. Germalne--La Belle Ger
maine. Aud she lives at the Lombard
So, my Jules, give you the cue for
the romance, n'est-ce-pas?"
lie Breton rose and stretched his
arms widely until they touched the
gas jet above his head.
81 shall fling vlolets at her-vast
clusters of them, dew wet: Parma vio-
lets-straight into her arms as she
passes each day until she recognizes
me-" he said. 81 shall pierce the white
chiffon veil with opera glasses and see
IL her eyes divine are melting blue or
gloriously, ravishlngly dark. like 10
Zingara. l shall'-
"You viii make the customary bloom.
Ing idiot of yourself. Jules" called
Compton from Delaware over his
shoulder with cheerful JUNCTION. "How
many children did the last divinity
have after you had followed the trail
OF romance for two weeks and finally
landed her In a bakery over the Seine7'
lie Breton raised a glass of Ice wa.
ter TO deposit II below the adjacent
coat collar but he stayed his hand and
drank the water automatically. Once.
once long ago, be had not stayed his
hand. and the memory OF the resultant
episode fingered yet Little Compton
had risen swiftly and deftly, promptly
fioored him. Aud even the model had
laughed. II was not pleasant mem,
CRY. Therefore lie Breton stayed his
hand and drank OF the Ice water.
The next day lie Breton vanished
from the atelier at quarter OF 3 pre-
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