The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1909-10-19
practicing. Yet he evinced no interest

TO BIND IT.
practicing. Yet he evinced no interest
in her voice.
His omission and his commission
both were observed by her, and both
were resented. If she was beautiful
at all, she thought, she was must
clan first and a beauty afterward. 1t
gave her no pleasure to be admired for
her appearance by one who had no
appreciation of the music.
One day one of the ladies who knit
ted told her that Max Burgess had
paid her a compliment.
"Yes? asked Judith, with delicate
uplifting of her eyebrows. But it was
with difficulty that she concealed her
expectation.
The woman clicked her needle sew
eral times. "He said he would love
to paint you as you looked when you
sang" was her answer
"Thanksr' returned Judith, flushing
crimson and raising her dainty chin in
the air. 81 do not aspire to be an
artists model"
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Burgess inquired if she would care to
come to his studio and look at some
canvases. Now. if Max Burgess took
little interest in her art, she, in turn.
took as little in his She knew nothing
of pictures. Nevertheless she went.
''You say nothing" he observed, with
a strange. slow smile after she had
made survey of his work.
II don't know good pictures from
bad" answered She ITO me, person
ally, they are equally unappealing."
mot seriously?" The smile had dis
appeared.
"Oh, seriously. You see," with
provokingly exquisite gesture of her
slender hand, Its much the same as
your indifference to music. Fancy
your liking music, for example. simply
for it's visible effect on singers faceP'
She was rapidly growing indignant.
He felt the business of her rebuke.
but the artist in him was awake.
'Ah. it is as singer that ! wish to
paint your he cried. you know, peo-
pie forgive artists for personalities.
The other day, when you were sing
ing that thing that made your color
play and your eyes CLEAN. vertically
tingled for my brushes. Would you
-perhaps-some time
Decidedly not" answered she. 81
could not dream of so degrading my
art You would like me to sing. to let
my soul utter itself in my yoice-so
that you might get the effect on can
vasp' There was no mistaking the
ringing scorn in her voice.
Indeed. am very sorry If l have
offended you" said he.
After he had seen her to the house
be came back into the studio. One
after another, slowly and discomfort
eddy, he examined his pictures. One
after another he laid them down with
a sense of disappointment and unde-
fined longing.
GI wonderY' he questioned vaguely.
gong TO the window and looking
toward the sea. 81 wonder
But the sea rolled on and on, under
the expanse of enigmatical sky. and
gave him no answer.
One day. some weeks later, Judith
was on the solitary little pier when
Max Burgess came for his boat That
morning she had happened TO hear
him speaking to servant He was
giving some orders about the packing
of his effects And now, as she stood
on the hot sands. reckless Impulse
came to her.
"Why are you leavingT said she
"My work here doesn't get on very
we'll Pm falling back, somehow"
His eyes were on the horizon.
Would you still care about painting
me?"
would 1 careY His eyes were no
longer on the horizon. 1t must have
been that which made the blood fly to
her cheeks.
well" said she, 'if you ask me to
row out with you in your boat we
might talk it over"
So they rowed out and presently
they were far, far from shore. He
must have been looking at her hands
instead of the land, or he would have
seen that they were getting into
very heavy sea; that each moment the
skies were growing darker. Spray
wet Judith's dark hair and CLEANED
there just for an appreciate fraction
Of a second like milky agates In the
bed Of a black stream.
isn't it glorious% cried she, with
sudden joy.
His eyes questioned her keenly. She
challenged, and then he understood.
With an effort he brought the boat
around and pulled for safety. His
thin Jersey showed the lines Of his
strong. supple body. The muscles Of bis