Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1910-03-05
his dark ones. Jack was on his feet

instantly and at the door.
Il thought 1t was my model" he OK
planned.
II don't know what to say to you,
Mr.. Lane" she said with burning
cheeks, 81 have just discovered that
the janitor placerd the wrong number
on my rent receipt-71 instead OF 70
and the room Is really yours"
That's all right, Miss Lane" said
Jack heartily II really don't see mucn
difference between the rooms myself
II did just then because supposed II
was the only vacant room In this
building-I had been waiting for some
time to get in here. didn't know
where to go until tramped around
the halls a bit and came upon this
roonn-em empty"
"You knew. then, that was in the
wrong roOm?"
Eyes" he admitted reluctantly, i
did. But didn't care bit. like
this first rate. hope you like your
room as WELL"
Il dot is very comfortable and
nice. If you do not care to exchange
why, I'll remain there
'I'd rather be here" he declared.
"You are very good she murmured
and then with little grateful nod she
was gone
That was the beginning OF many
things. First, Jack fell in love with
Miss J. Lane-a fact Of which she was
blissfully ignorant, Second, Jack re-
ceiyed several commissions that might
have made hts fortune had not third
thing happened Another rich relative
died, and because he had not troubled
to make q will and leave his wealth to
charities, Jack Lane and several other
heirs came into possession of more
money than they had ever dreamed Of
possessing.
It was Jacks opportunity to execute
his commissions, close the studio and
reyel in several years study abroad.
On the contrary he did not stir step.
He merely stayed and painted in the
big room long after the winter days
had fed and the warm spring sun
shine lured him into the open and
away from the noise of the city.
It was spring and summer and In
deed the richness OF the whole year
combined, to meet ]. Lane and walk
with her. Perhaps it was to drop her at
the dairy lunch room half way down
the block or to carry bundle up the
stairs He fancied she grew paler a.
the spring advanced and he angrily
wondered il she got enough to eat.
He learned that she painted minia-
lures and had come to the city on the
strength OF several orders which were
now filed.
One day in June he bounded UP the
stairs looking eagerly for the futter
of a blue skirt or the>glint of her gold
en- hair. It was shock to him to ind
the door Of II wide open. Miss Lane
was putting on her gloves and peering
wistfully through the door into the
empty room.
you are going away" he asked
sharply.
She nodded and her voice was trem-
ulous. "Pm going home to Red Dale.
i've made a failure Of it. There are so
many painters-so much better ones
than land so wrote father to meet
me at the station tonight. have
planned for years to come to New
York and this dear room was what I
had dreamed about Her lips trembled
pitifully and Jack 1onged to take hes
in his arms and comfort her.
What will you do in Red Dale?'
he asked gruffly.
Teach school great deal and
paint a little she responded drear-
fly.
Nonsense! You can paint-your
miniatures are remarkable! When you
get home may come to Red Dale and
see you, Miss Lane?" he burst out
''Wh-yes--I shall be very glad. l
must go now. Goodby, Mr.. Lane" She
left her hand for delicious instant
in his and then vanished down the
stairway, but her voice foated back:
BE sure and GOMEZ"
That was all-but 1t, was enough to
set Jack dreaming He dreamed OF
marrying Jean Lane and taking her
abroad for years OF travel and study.
But always they would keep these two
rooms as their studio home.
And so it happened that his dreams
came true.
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