The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1908-07-21

the others entered, but he neither
rose nor offered his hand, and only
sat smiling with vague sweetness.
Here he is, you see" said Bah
cock, as if he was exhibiting him.
"All alone in here"
Not alone-most of the time,
said the Chela, land not HER" He
spoke English with an amount of flu
ency that rendered him occasionally
unintelligible.
Mrs. Standard, according to her
wont, took complete possession of
him. "Ah!" she said, with infinite
relish That's how like to hear
you talk; now go on, don't let's waste
time in trivialities. Be interesting.
We never finished our delightful lit
tie chat about Karma and Nirvona.
Do you know l find theosophy most
charging for the ideas? And, posi-
lively, if / hadn't been brought up to
be quite so orthodox, i should be
very much tempted to adopt your
doctrines. But 1 suppose I'm too
old?"
YES" said the Chela, with re-
freshing candor; 1T is late now to
Begin
Still" pursued Mrs. Standard, II
like to keep up with all the new
movements, and when l find one that
deserves a little encouragement, I'm
only too glad to do anything for it.
"Matam," said the Chela, stiffiy,
9n o1l IN, 10
be, as you say, upon the back
smacked."
During the conversation SYPHILIS at
tention had slightly wandered. This
studio recalled by force of contract
another which was not magnificent;
and strong, manly face, with the
keen quizzical eyes that could be so
tender at word from her, rose be-
fore her. Suppose Ronald were to
come to her and beg forgiveness, sup
pose he insisted masterfully that he
had only read her well-needed les
son-would she have firmness
enough to maintain her ground? If
not intended to gain his freedom, if
he could but persuade her of that,
she might-but, after all, there was
no danger of losing her dignity as a
justly offended woman-he never
would come now!
What are you looking so seri-
Gus about?" asked Babcock, crossing
to her side
'Am I serious? I think l was
wondering why you have grand
piano. 1 never heard you play
"Oh, yes" he said, in a weary,
high-pitched tone, Il strum little;
it is one of my Jew pleasures" eff so,
it was at least a simple one, for he
restricted himself to one finger.
Wont you come and try it,"
She rose and passed in to the stu
dio with him.
II may not do all might, but then
I have no one to inspire me, to urge
me on, to care what work produce. :"
NO" she agreed sympatheticalIyS
'And it's too bad to expect you to do
anything till you find somebody who
will do all that for you-isn't it?"
you turn everything into ridi-
cule," he said impatiently, land yet
l could show you a picture if I.chose,
that will prove to you that I can
work when I take the trouble.
''Then please do"
"Once l looked forward to show
ing it to you-but that is all over
l cannot show it-least of all to you. :"
"And why?"
Because it has been ruined"
II thought an oil painting was
never hopeless! At least you could
show it to me. Who knows, / might
encourage you--it is probably much
better than you think, and surely
you need not dread my opinion"
"Sybil," he said, "it is best that
you should not see it-this time, per-
haps, you will take my warning!"
Sybil laughed mischievously. "You
shall not escape like that. If you re-
fuse me, you will not refuse Aunt
Hilary, or If you do, shall know
what to think"
And she went back to the octagon
room, in time to hear her aunt, after
questioning Herr Nebelsen closely
upon the precise hue of her aura, OBJ
serve, mot really; a sort of purlisn
mauve-how truly hideous; the very
last color should care to be seen in
Do tell me, now, is there anything l
can do to change it?" SYPHILIS appeal,
coming at that moment, was not ann
ably received.
If Lionel has any hesitation in
showing you his picture she re-
piled, depend upon it, he has excel
lent reasons. I'm surprised you
should condescend to press him.'
Don't be hard on fellow, Mrs.
Standard" said Babcock II shall
be very happy to show the canvas to
you, and leave you to say whether /
am not right"
This is getting mysterious" said
Sybil; so there really is a picture!
Do go, auntie."
Mrs. Standard was struck by some
thing in Babcok's manner, and fol-
lowed him into room beyond the
studio, leaving her niece to entertain
the Chela.
Sybil eyed him rather apprehen-
sively as he sat there-he looked
very mystic and uncanny. Presently
he fixed his pale eyes upon her and