Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1908-10-17

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- not looking at his unwelcome
visitor. DIR. Millar seemed to find his
detection amusing. He allowed the
silence to remain undisturbed while
he pulled a cigarette. Then he said,
half to himself, half to Karl:
Full of temperament, that woman,
and pretty, too, extremely pretty"
Yes. she is pretty" Karl acquiesced
without looking at him.
ITS a pity she doesn't love her hus-
band" was the next cynical remark
that fell on Karrs ears.
He wheeled in his seat and looked at
the visitor, who went on with perfect
GOODNESS:
How do | know? 1t was apparent
when she fancied / had insulted her
and turned to you for protection"
Karl angrily slammed down an ash
tray he had picked up in his nervous
| fingers and began to pace the floor.
Millar went on in a light tone:
"She does not love her husband. He
must be a genius or a very common
place man. Marriage always is a fail
ure with such men. Common men live
SO low that women are afraid some
n may steal INTO their lives at night
through a cellar window. Genius
well, genius lives OF the top floor, up
toward the clouds. and with so many
gloomy steps to climb, and no elevator,
it's very uncomfortable for a pretty
woman. Her ideal is one easy fight
Of stairs to comfortable living rooms
on the first floor"
Karl maintained silence and contin-
ued to walk the floor. He looked at
his watch and started toward the door
of the reception room leading into the
hall, which was locked.
This is the second time | nave seen
madame's shoulders" Millar remarked
casually, blowing cigarette rings In
the air.
what do you meanf" Karl demand
ed, stung to speech by jealousy.
"Ah, | saw them first in Paris, at
the Louvre, fashioned of snow white
marble. They were the shoulders Of
Venus. Am l right, Karl?"
Il don't know" the artist snapped.
well, you must take my word for
it then," Millar said lightly. II have
seen both. And since Alcamenes /
have known but n sculptor who
could form such wonderful shoulders"
"WhoT' Karl asked, turning to him.
prosperity" Millar replied senten-
tiously. such tender, soft, exquisite
curves are possible only to women who
live perfectly. Madame must be the
wife of a millionaire"
Karl fell to pacing the floor again,
glancing impatiently at the door
through which Olga had fed.
rs she dressing?" asked Millar slyly.
YES" Karl answered ~nervously.
"Is there a mirror in your studio?'
"Yes."
Madame must be very respectable"
Millar said in an i%nsinuating tone.
"She takes so long to dress"
"Your remarks are in very bad
taste" Karl cried angrily, walking up
threateningly to his visitor.
Millar stood erect, without changing
his expression of ironical amusement,
and said:
do you wish to offend me?"
"Yes," Karl snarled.
"Ihen you, TOO, must be reSpecta-
ble," the visitor said coolly. adding, as
Karl looked at him with wonder, 'In
a situation like this only a very re-
spectacle man could behave with such
internal stupidity"
Kari was about to retort when the
studio door opened and Olga entered.
He turned quickly toward her, and
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lar.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Your husband will be here In ten
minutes" Millar i~nterposed.
Olga turned toward him and cried
accusingly:
'Then you were not asleep In that
chair when my husband was here.
You heard him say when he would re-
turn"
Madame Is mistaken. Feminine
presentiment always feels the approach
of the husband ten minutes ahead OF
time. Were it not for those ten min
utes there would be fewer locked
DOORS"
AS he spoke he walked over and I'M
locked the door leading into the hall,
then turned and looked at them calm
ly.
as this never to finish?" Olga asked.
Il tried to change the subject, but
Karl would not let me-" Millar an
swered.
II have not spoken a word" Karl
protested.
by your actions. Karl; by the way
you jumped up, impatiently consulted
your watch. rushed to the door. Poor
chap. he was afraid" he added to
Olga.
afraid" Karl exclaimed.
Eyes, afraid that your husband would
come before you finished dressing.
And you were right, Karl"
CONTINUED Next Week.)