The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1911-06-08

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any woman with artistic taste might
wear dull gold with that shade of
hair. and that many of them, even,
might think of tea roses to complete
the scheme; but, somehow those tiny
yellow buds, more especially the one
nesting in the girls hair, seemed
pregnant with meaning.
When the girls first tone breathed
out through the room David Guthrie
knew that the roses were his. He
knew too that he must meet her. lie
wanted to clasp the slender hand that
gathered in his roses and to stand near
her, Something within impelled him
TO rise to his feet before Sylvia's en-
core. He stood there outlined against
the delicate gray of the wall.
The guests of Mrs Walden maryeled
at the sudden rush of color to the
checks of the singer who was so
charming them with her voice and her
beauty. And the little encore with
which she rewarded them drew their
hearts more closely to her. 1t was the
same ballad the girl had sung In her
studio only a fey hours before.
Dear" said Mrs. Walden when she
was able to get to Sylvia, Il have
Scotchman who can't wait to meet
you. Come" She turned and faced
David Guthrie. "Of course. Here he
Is, at my HEELS
That the two acknowledged formal
1ntroductions, they were reasonably
certain. but that they stood, face to
face, they knew full WELL And l
shall go home with you tonight" Da-
vid Guthrie half asked, half declared.
1T is convenient" Sylvia acquiesced
and perhaps you'll let me thank you,
now, for the unique way in which you
paid me homage She touched the
roses at her waist. They are lovely
"And You forgive my rude accompa-
niment to your song?'
1T was so far from rude that
shall ask YOU to play for me often"
How soon?" the man asked, ca
gerly.
Il could plead fatigue" she de-
INJURED, but the flash from beneath
her lashes belied her words.
David turned toward their hostess.
Come with me. I'll do the talking"
Mrs. Walden looked from one to the
other as the two stood before her.
You are up to something" she said
You look positively impish. Has Syl
via inveigled YOU to that studio Of
hers-she thinks it's the only place in
the world
Perhaps it is" interrupted Guthrie
And then he told her tale of hav
ing to get home early and Sylvia, hav.
ing to go his way, persuaded her host
ess to let her go, too.
I'll be much more of success to
your musicale If slip off mysteriously
after-after my triumph" she added
saucily.
Then run along" Mrs. Walden
laughed, as the man and the girl
threaded their way from the rooms.
At the door of Sylvia's studio Da-
vid took her key and together they
entered the studio. Quite as If he had
done 1t always. he unfastened the
cloak and, taking 1t from her shout
ders, threw it across a chair.
I'm Jealous of your studio" he
said laughingly. ITS cOsier than
mine"
Even If it doesn't grow tea roses? ?"
she asked
1T inspires them" the man said.
and you inspire tea tables-to do
their best. Let me demonstrate my
IN III he
hastily. "by cooking you something.
I'm glad Annette has retired. 1t
would spoil everything If she hadn't.
She won't even let me stir mush-
rooms when she's about Annette has
strong views about artistic tempera-
ments and foodstuffs going hand in
hand"
Pm perfectly willing to try the con-
glomeration," replied the man. throw
ing himself into a chair from which he
might watch her move.
She produced from the wonderfully
equipped little tea table, chatting
dish, percolator and dozen accesso-
ries that bewildered the man. May
l help" he asked, lamely.
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above the alcohol lamp she was fill
ing amy time Scotchman is a help
with getting support"
An appreciative smile dawned in
his eyes. Then, may l amuse myself
with the girls on the walls while you
initiate Tetrazzlni at the chatting dish?"
His eyes travelled about the tapestried
walls. Il don't like the way your Rom
ney girl smirks at me-There! that
one Of Madame lie Bruins is much
more jolly. She-and her big muff-
look quite as if they were glad to have
me here" He arose and went tc .
picture that hung on far wall. This"
he said studying the face in the frame,
lis my favorite. l could love girl
like that"
Sylvia raised her eyes and followed
his gaze He was standing before
Greuze girl-her own favorite-witn
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