The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-11-19

him. If you are going to be in tomorrow" he briefly wrote, "Id like to bring friend around to see the studio'
 At four they arrived.
 Ut is Miss Beauvor, isn't it?' I said, taking her of introduction which sticking embarrass- edly in his throat "Its good of you to come to see the studio.'
 "I simply love to visit studios p returned with
 brilliant accent "It is too sweet of you to let me come"
 Mac knows the place very welI," I laughed q suspect he part of it'
 Hes always Kidding" said Macnair laboriously, whereupon Miss Beauvor filled the with nipples of pleasant laughter.
 "Isn't he the awful boy?" she demanded.
 We soon got more at our ease I took her about her, and Macnair followed behind silently. The thing for which Mac had posed kept until the last. This will probably interest you as much as
 Miss Beauvoir put up her lorgnette to look at the bronze. She encountered Macnairs and giggled. "Mac, do believe!" she protested: Then they both giggled Excuse me, won't you?-she turned to with effort of seriousness-'it's perfectly di- vne think but might we'll be frank, don't think it is quite so nicelooking as Mac"
 My laugh dispeled her nervous fear of having of- tended me- Tt was not meant for a portrait ex- pained.
 "Ah, yes" she murmured her gaze furtivey on Macnair. "Art is interesting
 When it was evident that were in the friendli- est possible relation another, Macnair turned to Miss Beauvoir and said bluntly. "Heleen, let's tell him."
 "Mac, aren't you dreadful. We'll, tell him then"
 Macnair grinned I've got married last night" He reached out for her hand.
 Isn't 1t too awful that should have this for a husband?' she demanded, as they departing 'What am going to do with hm?"
 "I can't imagine" replied.
 It happened to be another year before I saw Mac nair again This remarkable for he was creature to whom absences and silences meant noth ing. One gray, dismal, autumnal afternoon ran across him in Central Park. He sat bench staring indferently at little girl with her nurse,
 70 Nfac!" smiled "You? Halloo! How are you"
 "Halloo?" he responded listlessly. "whered you
 I noticed that he was shabby shabbier than I had seen him. His eyes Iusterless, his face pale and without its usual tan The note of his whole personality dejection On his sleeve black band accentuated his despondency.
 You have had loss?" said, touching the mourn ing badge. "I'm sorry"
 He nodded My mother-four months ago." "Tm very sorry. And your wifeT' I went on. 'I or I'd have looked you up before this. I-"
 Macnair raised his eyes with gleam of sardonic her for six months We've busted. That's all right" he interposed, as I stammered an apology. You didn't know"
 Tosmy suggestion that he walk over to the studio with me- he complied without sign of interest in the matter one way another Once in the studio he slipped down morosey into chair by the fire and lapsed into silence. We smoked on. the two of us neither yet at the talking point. Occasionally shot glance at him, but never caught his eyes It hardly believabIe that this prematurely expert enced young in the sovenly suit of summer gray =e-too sadly thin for the autumn -worn-out unpol- days beard and marred with sleeplessness, boredom dissipation, was the boy who had once sat on that high stool by this very fre warming his naked, spoiled, victorious body.
 "she chucked me-" said he, abruptly Said lazy and wouldn't work"
 Did you go the stage?'
 "Uh-huh! for while Had little Johnny part, walking and off and saying Here comes the Duchess, boys!" flicker of smile lighted the 0f mn fh- fON( (yO0d for r couldn't stand the excitement of putting dress suit every night and painting my face and running out gayy, sort of holding hands with bunch of Lizzieboys and then waving little cane and get ting rid of that Here the Duchess boysr She was the Duchess, you know. It made me sore to see the fsh-faced chump who had to make love to her in the piece One night I punched the fsh-faced boys eye because he got too gay with her. And there was row and he got fired. And she said was lazy and wouldn't work After while the piece went on the road. I an't seen her since" ' Well, Mac,' said I, sympatheticaly, after long pause, what you doing now?" ;, Nothing much. A fellow wanted me to learn to be chauffeur It was good chance. He had a the thing burned up. I've been chaufiing around little rdsee.d since but M don't like it much :1 since saw you last, Mac, and"
 Many happy returns of the day" he put in, with i, touch of his old impudence "1m married myself
 Well, don't live in the studio We have apartment outside. There's bed here and the rest of the things you need You stay here if you like I'd be glad if you'd pose for me- too. I've work to do and you pretty we'll adaptd for of the figures. 1 don't know what you have been doing and it is none of my business. suppose. But if I you I'd take a brace You're young and sound. Get together. Mac Will you cone?"
 Will I? You won't coming for dust" he answered You've always been white to I don't know why I'll come and be glad of 1t. It's fine chance. I've been a little oa the loose lately. but I give you my word I'll pull ID sharp"
 Unexpectedly. MaclGir began il lis spare moments to return to his earle- of modelling in clay. He was most successful with animals. for which he had genuine love One afternoon weres both in the studio. engaged some work of my and he putting the finishing touches to de ciledly amusing mGqHettc of little dog he had Mac" commented