The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1907-05-30

sEatch book. Darrell had said nothing
more concerning feminine artistic abil-
ity. He was struggling with the old
disappointment and with the old love
that as if the Intervening years had
been for nothing, had returned with
redOubled force at the sight of Eliza
heth's beauty. She was so dainty. 50
merry. SO winsome, that Darrell had
never been able to consider her for her
art seriously. She was thing to be
adored and protected and shaved for
The toll of profession was ridiculous
considered with Elizabeth.
She sat looking at him in an inscr4T-
table sort of way. You must take IL
to the places you want skecchci first.
Horace, so that | won't set confused
by seeing too much else"
They padded slowly up to the foot
of Gray Eagle. Darrell held the canoe
against the current and looked up at
the magnificent bluff side. whose great
face was deep and cool with pines.
The Mississippi bluffs were new to
Elizabeth. She sat in silence for mo-
ment, looking at the grandeur of river
and shore. Then she began to sketch
rapidly. All the brilliant spring after
noon they padded about in silence for
the most part. Elizabeth slipped her
sketches as rapidly as they were fin
ished into her portfolio, and Darrell dill
not ask to see them. He was grateful
to Elizabeth that she did not rhapso-
die over the scenery. Words were in
adequate and idle here.
At last the girl, with a tired little
sigh, slipped tile last sketch into her
portfolio. Now, if you will come back
to supper with me we will talk them
over" she said
They sat on Mrs. Brady'S porch Just
before sunset, and Elizabeth laid one
of her sketches in DarreFs hands. He
gave a little start Of surprise. How
had she done it? The Mississippi, calm.
swift and deep, in all its potency of
motion; then for miles bluff after blhff.
pushing into water, stern forbidding.
yet lovely; the tenderness of the blue
sky, the sOftness of ragged clouds.
the
Elizabeth" said Darrell, and his
voice trembIed little, Il did not know
that you could do this. This is better
than Winstons best work"
Elizabeth looked anXiously into his
face. DO you think that?" she said
Darrell again studied the sketch. 1T
is wonderful, he said. you have told
in Go,
than ! have in my whole book. Eliza
BETH wistfully, how could you I'M
derStand So well:"
Elizabeth clasped her hands softly in
her lap. "Oh, but you see I've read
the book and reread it, SO l was pre-
pared to see all that you did. The
book was as--as fine and strong as
you are. Horace"
The man rose and walked back and
forth. Elizabeth. can you ever for
give me for being such fool as to be-
little your work? Why, do you know,
admire Winstons work so much that
l was in the seventh heaven when l
found that | could get him TO do M
illustrating, and your work is far AMI
away better than his" He turned
toward the girl abruptly. Elizabeth.
why did you Gomez"
"Because"-the girl looked up at him
bravely-'I wanted to see you again
and She paused.
"And?' suggested Darrell.
"And when you asked for Winston
| | was glad to come. | always sign
my work Winston. 1t is my middle
| name. you know"
Darrell drew her close to him. But
your 'art?" he questioned.
Il wanted to see if woman
could" she whispered.
And woman always SHALL" he
said. Winston shall illustrate all
my books"