The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-06-21
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AT The LODGE GATE.
1By Dorothy Douglas.j

intention OF renting the lodge which
marked the entrance Of her Long ls-
land estate Yet, when Robert Nc
Wade stood before her indifferenty
seeking to rent ii as studio, she
round herself relenting He told her
that he desired to sketch some
of the surrounding landscape and
the small unoccupied lodge, nesting
so privately among the trees, had
canghi his eye Barbara, knowing
that always the artistic tempera
ment Graves d beautiful setting, bad
not the heart TO suggest that he con
tent himself with one Of the tene
ment cottages TO be found IN the VII
lage. The shed-like proportions oi I
those dwellings would certainly lrri. |
tate sensitive nature.
So II happened that McWade ana
al his painting paraphernalla were
installed in the lodge al Toray manor
AS Barbara became slightly as
uuainted with hef tenant, she realized /
that the possibilities of the small ed
flee he was occupying had been sadly
overlooked and she took it upon her
self to make amends. She had high
bank Of shrubbery placed SO as to
screen the veranda and make the
English garden even more private
A wonderful old wistaria vine was
| taken from its ancient roofing just
outside her own window, and made
TO shade an unvined summer house
in the lodge garden. Barbara felt
4 that the fragrant, pendulous blooms
would delight the artists eyes.
! McWade asked permission to fresc0
/ the walls OF the living room which
! he used as a studio and Barbara mol
only granted his request but had the
sand plaster walls tinted 70 harmon
/ i've. IN the course of her visits 10 the
| lodge she learned that the artist liy.
ed quite alone and prepared his own
meals in the miniature kitchen. Des-
4 pite all this and his seeming poverty
he was apparently contented with
life.
Not so with Barbara. She had be-
come restless and bored with the
constant whirl Of social dinners,
dances and the small talk attendent
! upon those affairs. She wished now
that She had gone over to London
with her father and mother The Roy
al academy would soon open and all
London and It's guests would roll
under the po tails to see what new
artists had been beckoned to take
their places IN the world Of fame.
Even Peggy Arnott, Barbara's very
dearest chum, was over there. AL
together, Barbara felt very discomfort
ed Added to this, she had come home
late the night before with one OF her
numerous admirers and as they pass
ed the loo &c gate she had heard a
womans voice singing.
McWade had been having one Of
his Bohemian suppers and well
modulated sense OF enjoyment had
issued from the lodge studio Bar
/ bara had dismissed her escort with
a petuent good night and cried her.
/ self to sleep
The next day she felt strangely
apart from the things she wanted.
She wondered vaguely who the girl
+ was who had been singing for Robert
4 MeWade. and whether o. not she was
/ pretty. and whether or not he loved
J. her
Nlt S0Ntkl Nil CNNl tAAN A'HlliH bRN "
and down to lne lodge. McWade was
!. starting out for some sketching She
/. watched his big slow-moving body
: swing across the field, his dog bark
ing for sheer joy OF living at his side
=, Barbara surmised that the artist wa.
:, whistling, though she could not sheaI
= him She wondered again why hf
had nevet asked to paint her She
]. knew she was beautiful; society ar
lists ana the newspapers had told
her so. Eeyen an unllattering mirrol
revealed to her a mass of lovely au
., burn hair and deep, shaded gray eyes
\ But--in spite Of this and the fac
: Chat she had no less than three pro
y nosas the previous week, she tel
y very much unloved
She recognized keenly her ute
lack OF really cougenial companions
= she knew that with all her money
:, her servants and her hundreds of ac
, Qualntances she had never tasted tn,
I, exquisite JOY Of living which, for In
:, stance. Robert McWade knew Thh
:, man who cooked his own meals ON
=, primitive gas stove and whose friend
accepted that fare with a deep-rootel
~ enjoyment was happier than she
Z Before Barbara knew the artist sh'
= had been conscious OF a pity 70
: those strugglers who seemed to b
!. living or nothing at all, now, she re
. alzed that they were compensated
; They had everything worth while
% she had nothing but money.
While she fretted over her smal
philosophers her portly much llyerie
g butler brought her the mo ming mai
G Barbara's eyes lit up. It was foreigi
9 mail--letters ON her own. lonq
g chatty scrawl from her mother an
G one from Peggy Arnott were anon
them.
d As She read her chums letter Bai
bara sat up suddenly. arious emotion
struggling in her animated face Sh
e went back Ger passage in Peggy
n. letter.. barbara, darling, could 30
think OF anything more startling thaI
b to be walking about the Royal acat
s emy and there on the most prominen
s. wan to see portrait OF NJ and Mrs
IS Toray. your own father and mother
It is so splendid a piece of wor
that they almost speak TO you. Tn
at artist is Robert McWade. aud, it look
as II he occupied high place anon
the A. r. AS
le Barbara did not wait 10 read ful
le ther She flew down through tn
IA lodpo raip and over across tho ftpld