The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1910-04-23

Obeying my not altogether courteous
summons, Come I'M" which I had ut
tered In response to brisk knocking
at my studio door late one stormy
night, young man clad In motoring
attire entered, and came forward to
where ! still remained seated before
my easel His bearing was easy and
graceful. and with an unmistakable
air of culture and refinement he In
troduced himself,
."My name Is acknowledgement
McGork. am motoring through this
part OF the country for the first time.
and having heard that the scenery
from here on to the city is especially
hne, i am DESTROYS Of making the bal
ance OF the trip by daylight"
"Please be seated, Mr.. McGork." l
said. offering him a chair before the
open fireplace.
THANK you, sir" he returned, seat
ing himself comfortably IL saw the
light in your window, and stopped to
request shelter for the night" Then,
as II detecting reluctance on my
part TO have him, he added quickly:
81 shall endeavor to put you to as lit
tie inconvenience as possible. Mis-
ter"
Paulson--Paulson is my name" !
said, land do not see how can pos
eibly--"
'Now, now, Mr.. Paulson," he plead
ed. "al want Is place to tumble
down on-for am dead tired!"
"But my only servant goes home at
night" ! argued. II fear l can offer
you very little in the way Of refresh
ment."
Observation-Disclosures reminds me-"
he said cheerily, II have large bas-
ket in my car-really, capital cold
,spread-and. II remember correctly,
"a bottle OF two. Before this fine old
fireplace we two could have coy
enough evening OF tiff you say the
word!" He paused and looked at me
fnQuiringly. nodded dubious as
sent, and he hurried out with me close
on his heels, to bring In his personal
.effects-and the basket-regarding
which latter my interest was already
aroused to no slight extent.
had moved to this rural retreat
from the city. some months previous.
flor the express purpose of obtaining
.quiet and solitude; that might de-
vote my entire attention to my art.
wholly undisturbed. ! felt that had
accomplished much by the change:
but at times II had been lonesome
fnsufferably lonesome! SO now. as
had for my guest gentleman Of rare
personal magnetism, OF culture and
taste--and well.filled lunch basket,
I felt far more reconciled at having
been disturbed at my work than I
did at the moment ! first heard him
knocking at my door.
That lunch would have delighted an
epicure. We spread It out on low
table before the fireplace. As he in
sisted that Join him. did so. first
adding a few delicacies from my own
1arder My guest. found, was excep-
tionally entertaining and congenial.
As we were finishing the repast he
CHANGED to look UP at the canvas
upon which had been musing when
he came to my door--a young girl I
had painted as 1.-THE Lady In Brown"
The picture now lacked only few
finishing touches. I saw him give a
slight start. Then his face changed
color as his gaze fell upon the canvas,
and heard him murmur In ecstacy:
That's the girl-sure as I'm sitting
here!"
what girl?" queried, wonderingly
Apparently he did not hear my ques.
ton. His gaze was still conferred upon
the canvas. At length he spoke, de.
cisively. my friend. must have that
picture!" He drew roll of bills from
his pocket. and began peeling them
on, one at time. "You must sell me
that picture"
felt n warm glow steal over me,
something Of the artists innate pride
OF achievement--of having created
and possessing that which even gold
could not procure.
"Mr, McGork." I said, sententiously
there are some things money cannot
buy. never sell painting I have
made OF personal friend"
A shade Of disappointment crossed
his face. He replaced the bills in his
pocket. but I saw that he had not en-
drely given up hope.
when did she sit for your" he con.
tinued eagerly. where Is she now?"
Before ! could attempt to answer
him the clatter Of horses hoofs
sounded without. The next moment
the horseman came TO a sudden stop
before my door. stepped forward to
open It., As I did SO. messenger dis.
mounted from a dripping steed and
handed me letter. with the words:
For Mr. Paulson. Bearer does not
wait" Leisurely mounting again. he
rode on into the night.
] turned back to my guest and
closed the door. You must pardon
me moment" said. a strange dread
coming over me: this seems to be q
matter requiring immediate attention !"
tore open the envelope. Az I read
began TO clutch the paper convulsivs.
": Il was from an artist friend Of
mine n the -Fernandes Bretillao.
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