The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1909-08-28

to speak more correctly, of Art and q
couple OF spring buds. Upon that
paper was message that came from
the other side Of the world. Since
the receipt Of 1t Sidney White was
never the same man. And poor o
Tome only wondered. It was rude,
to her Japanese way OF thinking, to
ask many things of a man, and then,
II 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 one morning.
Where are we gofng?"
II have found nest for you. And
want to see If you like 1t or not"
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 think I've found
1t. Wen furnish it as you like, and
there you can do whatever you want
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
anda laughed full-mouthed towards
the entrance of the famous inland
Sea of Japan.
o Tome was delighted with it. II
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? ! miss the pictures so |
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
1Qthering us at the cottage"
1t was about seventeen days since
Sidney White received a cablegram
stating that his parents would bring
,ut his wife with them to join him in
Japan. where he seemed to be max
ng such a prolonged study. Sidney
them seven days ahead. o
Tome was to move to her new cottage
our days hence.
She could speak English fiuentIy
low, and nothing charmed the artist
IS the honey words from her lips.
Her head nesting in his breast, her
eft arm around his neck, and the
myers of her right hand going astray
n the maze IL his hair, making the
ong. wavy locks ripple like the golden
urface of sunlit sea, she was muir.
nuring:
Dear, you have such pretty hair;
IS like the halos OF saints you paint"
There was the sound OF many stem
the hall. The housemaid never al
owed anyone to enter the studio
1ithout seeing If the artist were ready
receive visitor. But this time the
tops came steadily towards the door
the studio. Just as o Tome leaned
4 the lap Of Sidney the door few
pen.
There was vigorous swish of a
kirt.
SeNcy' cAcfdtmed stronger
Dice than the dreamy melody OF o
ONES throat. And he was lost be-
ind the fiutter and whirl of foreign
Millinery. A resounding kiss.
Great Heaven, Kate!" gasped a
usky voice.
A surprise party. my boy!" shouted
Is father in the doorway. I'VE did
lrprise you!-ha! ha! ha.,'
Mrs. White released him at last.
ne turned round to signal the old
eople to follow her example. The
Inn figure of o Tome stopped her
res. At once they flashed back at
ldney and found him ashy. all in = :
emor. Something hard entered the
lue of her laughing eyes.
Pray, who is that, Sidney?" Her {
'ice sounded like the breaking of an
icle.
Sidney was human flame in an In.
ant He stammered.
Husband. for Heavens sake
led the lady. and then, turning to
Tome roughly: who are your.
Il am just his model, madam" she
i'd quietly In English with her head
'wn. Mr.. White wanted to paint
En- :
She walked out noiselessly.
That was the last time Sidney White !
w O Tome. Yes, he is hunting for
y however hunting But think
would find an insane asylum Ions
fore he would ind o Tome