Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1909-08-05

Those were happy days for him
for her.
Then there came a little piece of
paper into that studio-to that nest,
to speak more correctly, of Art and a
couple of spring buds. Upon that
paper was a message that came from
the other side of the world. Since
the receipt of it Sidney White was
never the anne man. And poor o
Tome only wondered. 1t was rude,
to her Japanese way of thinking, to
ask many things of a mai, and then,
If he loved her, he would tell her all
she ought to know without her ever
asking. So she was silent-sad, be-
cause he was sad.
Come with me, o Tome-san," he
said to her n morning.
Where are we going?"
Il have found a nest for you. And
| want to see if you like it or not"
j And they walked up the hill side of
Kobe City.
"You see, sweetheart" he ex-
planned to her, Il have always thought
that you would like to have a cottage
all your own. And l think I've found
1t. Well furnish 1t as you like, and
there you can do whatever you want.
l will come and see you there very
often, and we won't be bothered with
people who come to my studio; for
| am going to keep my studio as it is"
They saw the cottage, whose YER
asda laughed full-mouthed towards
the entrance of the famous inland
Sea of Japan.
o Tome was delighted with it. 1t
was arranged that everything would
be put in order within a week, and
at the end of that time o Tome was
to move into it.
But why don't you move your
studio, too? l miss the pictures sc
much,' she said to him.
"Oh, sweetheart, you will have all
the pictures you want. You see,
don't want any of my studio friends
bothering us at the cottage"
1t was about seventeen days since
Sidney White received a ~cablegram
stating that his parents would bring
out his wife with them to join him il
Japan, where he seemed to be max
ing such a prolonged study. Sidney
expected them seven days ahead. c
Tome was to move to her new cottage
four days hence.
She could speak English fiuently
now, and nothing charmed the artis'
as the honey words from her lips.
Her head nesting in his breast, hel
left arm around his neck, and the
fingers Of her right hand going astra!
In the maze if his hair, making thu
long, wavy locks ripple like the colder
surface of a sunlit sea, she was muir
murihg:
Dear, o have such pretty hair
It's like the halos of saints you paint.
There was the sound of many steps
in the hall. The housemaid never al
lowed anyone to enter the studio
without seeing If the artist were read!
to receive a visitor. But this time tn,
steps came steadily towards the doc
of the studio. Just as o Tome leapet
off the lap of Sidney the door flew
open.
There was a vigorous swish of
skirt.
Sidney" exclaimed a stronger
voice than the dreamy melody of {
Tones throat. And he was lost be
hind the 1utter and whirl of foreign
millinery. A resounding kiss.
Great Heaven, Kate!" gasped
husky vote.
A sur rise party. my boy!" shouted
his fat1er in the doorway. I'VE dit
surprise you!-ha! ha! hat"
Mrs. White released him at last
She turned round to signal the oil
people to follow her example. TIT
slim figure of o Tome stopped he,
eyes. AT once they flashed back a
Sidney and found him ashy, all in
tremor. Something hard entered thu
blue of her laughing eyes.
Pray, who is that, sidney?" He,
voice sounded like the breaking of al
icicle.
Sidney was a human fame in an in
slant. He stammered.
Husband, for Heavens sake
cried the lady, and then, turning tt
o Tome roughly: "Who are your"
II am just his model, madam" sh,
said quietly in English with her heat
down. Mr.. White waited to pain
me-"
She walked out noiselessly.
That was the last time Sidney Whit,
saw o Tome. Yes, he Is hunting TO
her however hunting. But l thinl
he would find an insane asylum loni
before he would find o Tome.
No Atonement to the Dead.
There is no more pitiable being II
the world than a man who. really Low