The Carlisle independent., 1909-08-05

to speak more correctly, of Art and couple of spring buds. Upon that paper was message that came from the other side of the world Since the receipt of it 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 man, 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," hs said to her one morning.
 Where are we going?"
 T have found nest for you. And want to see if you like it or not"
 And they walked up the hill side of Kobe City.
 You see, sweetheart" he ex- plained to her, T have always thought that you would like to have cottage all your own. And l think I've found it. We'll 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 10 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. It was arranged that everything would be put in order within a week, and at the end of that time 0 Tome was to move into it.
 But why don't you move your studio, too? I miss the pictures so much, she said to him.
 "Oh, sweetheart, you will have all the pictures you want. You see. 1 don't want any of my studio friends bothering us at the cottage"
 It was about seventeen days since Sidney White received a cablegram stating that his parents would bring out his wife with them to join him in Japan, where he seemed to be mak- ing such a prolonged study. Sidney expected them seven days ahead. Tome was to move to her new cottage four days hence
 She could speak English fuently now, and nothing charmed the artist as the honey words from her lips
 Her head nestling in his breast, her left arm around his neck, and the fingers of her right hand going astray in the maze if his hair, making the long, wavy locks ripple like the golden surface of a sunlit sea, she was mur- muring:
 Dear, you 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 ready to receive a visitor. But this time the steps came steadily towards the door of the studio. Just as o Tome leaped of the lap of Sidney the docr flew open
 There was a vigorous swish of skirt
 "sidneyH" exclaimed a stronger voice than the dreamy melody of O Tones throat And he was lost be- hind the 1utter and whirl of foreign millinery. A resounding kiss.
 Great Heaven, Kate," gasped a husky voice.
 A surprise party, my boy!" shouted his father in the doorway We did surprise youl-ha, ha! hal"
 Mrs. White released him at last. She turned round to signal the old people to follow her example. The slim figure of o Tome stopped her eyes. At once they flashed back at Sidney and found him ashy, all in tremor. Something hard entered the blue of her laughing eyes.
 Pray, who is that, Sidney?" Her voice sounded like the breaking of an icicle
 Sidney was human flame in an in- stant. He stammered.
 Husband, for Heavens sake" cried the lady, and then, turning to o Tome roughly: Who are you?"
 T am just his model, madam" she said quietly in English with her head down. Mir White wanted to paint me"
 She walked out noiselessly.
 That was the last time Sidney White saw o Tome. Yes, he is hunting for her however hunting. But I think he would find an insane asylum long h1f !, >