The Point Pleasant register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, W. Va.) 1909-1939, 1910-10-05

stance, Robert Mcwade knew This
man who cooked his own meals on a
primitive gas stove and whose friends
accepted that fare with . deeprocted
enjoyment was happier than she
Before Barbara knew the artist she
had been conscious Of a pity for those
strugglers who seemed 70 be living
on nothing at all: now. she realized
that they were compensated. They
had everything worth while-she had
nothing but money.
! While she fretted over her small
PHILOSOPHERS her portly. much-liyeried
butler brought her the morning mail.
Barbara's eyes lit up. II was foreign
mail letters from her own. A long,
chatty tcrawl from her mother and
one from Peggy Arnott were among
them.
AS she read her ehum's letter Bar
bara sat up suddenly. various emo
tions struggling in her animated
face. She went back over a passage
in Peggy's letter: Barbara, darling.
could you think Of anything more
startling than to be walking about
the Royal academy and there. on the
most prominent wall to see portrait
OF Mr.. and Mrs. Toray, your own
father and mother! 1t Is so splendid
piece Of work that they almost
speak to you. The artist is Robert
McWade, and It looks as II he
occupied high place among the
| A. R. AS"
Barbara did not walt to read furth-
er, She few down through the lodge
gate and over across the fields to
where an artist and dog were en-.
joying the morning sunlight
why didn't you tell me that you
had painted a portrait Of my mother
and father?" demanded Barbara. with
out preface
McWade jumped to his feet. Il
thought perhaps you knew" he said,
fastening his eyes upon her flushed
face.
well l didnt!" There was a hint
Of tears behind Barbara's indignant
eyes. 81 had a letter even today
from mamma and she never SO much
as mentioned 1t. think It Is an I'M
fair way to treat grill" She flashed
a lightning glance at the artist and
turned on her heel.
McWade did not follow her. In
stead, he looked out over the hills at
the brilliant color Of the early sun
and It seemed to foretell the harmony
of wonderful day. Presently Nc
Wade turned slowly back toward the
lodge
Come Bob" he cried to the dog,
which seemed to feel new note Of
gladness in his masters voice: "the
sooner we get our duties for the day
done the sooner we can go to her"
That night as the early moon rose
over crest Of fir trees the artist and
his dog strolled up the path from the
lodge toward Toray Manor Barbara
was trife pale as she stood in the
doorway and met McWade's eyes. She
tried vainly to cover the hurt Of the
afternoon with cloak Of dignity
which sat strangely upon her child
Ike shoulders,
DO you mind II we go outside?"
che asked, suddenly feeling incapable
of meeting his eyes.
Il was about to suggest this" he
said. when they found themselves en-.
tering the summer house. McWade
seated himself beside Barbara on the
rustic bench and ragrant moonbeams
wandered In upon them.
Barbara" he said, with a sudden.
ness that revealed long concealed
love. many months ago in London
| l looked upon a medallion Of a very
beautiful girl / loved the picture
girl the moment l looked into her
gray eyes and kept on loving her
until had TO tell her father about
It. II was he who had the picture Of
her. After that sailed for America
in search of the original whom 1
found to be a thousand times more
wonderful than my dream Of her"
lie paused. "And--I have taken my
own way Of wooing her"
In some way Barbara had dIscov.
cred that a masculine shoulder was
better to lean upon than rustic post.
But papa and mamma may not con.
sent" she was saying. as the arm Of
the man swept about her.
81 have their consent-in writing, :"
said McWade.
And the dog pounded his tail on the
floor OF the summer house in joyful
appreciation.