The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1911-08-07
HER
!. NOVEL
Il Was Not a Best Seller. but Il
Regenerated Man
By CWENDOLEN WHITING
Copyright by American Press Asso-
citation, 1911

SelI I'D De uruWu INTO an uualr Will
a woman whom 1t would not be desir
able for him to marry.
Mr.. Trevor made up his mind tc
leave the city in which he resided. re-
main in hiding for awhile. then take
up his abode in another place. The
summer season was coming on, ena
bling him to go to the country, remain
there till fall. then turn up In the city
OF his new residence.
For his temporary abode he selected
secluded spot on Lake b., among
beautiful hills. He had artistic tastes
that he desired to cultivate. and there
would bear being transferred to can.
vas. The place was not summer re.
sort, and he was unlikely to meet any
one who knew him. He would pass
under the name of Brown so that II
his presence was reported among those
sojourning I'm the rural districts his
identity would be concealed.
For two or three days after his ar
rival at the Coventry inn, where he
took up his abode, he felt very well
satisfied with himself. TO be good
was new sensation with him, and
he rather enjoyed 1t. He did more
or less daubing. but he had very little
artistic talent. and his copies of beau
tiful scenes in the neighborhood would
never have been recognized for the
originals.
One morning while he was sketching
girl, whose fashionable attire indi-
Gated that she was city bred-she car
ried q silk parasol covered with ex-
pensive lace-came sauntering down
the road.
The lady. having literary tastes, was
endeavoring to make a name for her.
self in belles-lettres. She had about
as much talent for scribbling as Mr..
Brown had for painting. But she had
submitted a number of her illusions
to her intimate friends. all of whom
told her that she was genius. She
had therefore determined to bury her.
self for the summer among woods and
waters to gain the inspiration of soil
tude and write q novel.
The moment she saw Archie Trevor
his face struck her as familiar. Then
1t came to her that she had seen his
photogravure I'm an art journal, and
lastly she remembered that this like
ness was that of celebrated artist.
Had Archie been a nobody not even
their lonely surroundings would have
induced her to break conventional city
rules by speaking to him. But, recog-
nizing him, as she supposed. for
genius and feeling that freemasonry
which exists among geniuses, barring
jealousy. she stood behind him and
looked ut his picture.
Excuse me. sir" she said, "but am
great admirer Of the fine arts. espe-
cially painting. That bit of farm vista
Is beautiful. The pile of hay in the
center looks so ruralp
You are mistaken in that pile of
hay" replied Brown, rising and pull
ing off his little felt top covering. ut
is n pond"
"Oh, you impresslonists!" exclaimed
the critic. What peculiar methods
you use for producing effects! Now
that l stand farther away from your
picture see veritable pond. and
the swan is perfect"
"That is a boy in n punt"
Another impressionist method. The
light struck the paint glaringly. From
this point see what you intend"
Archie remained silent
II should not have known you had /
not seen n picture of you," continued
the lady.
"a picture Of mel'
"Yes, just before coming to the coun.
try"
Archie knit his brows. Could his
disappearance have caused n commo-
tionf Had his picture been published
for his identification? Surely the wo-
man he was trying to break with
would not descend to that
Il confess" said the girl, shat I,
too, am incog. i came to the country
to get away from the world"
But how In the world did you get
on to me2"
oh, you men Of genius can't con.
ceal yourselves. Your very presence
bespeaks difference from other
men,"
"Men Of geniusr'
HOW clever you are In your method
or throwing one of the track? That
look OF surprise is very well feigned."
Archie heaved sigh of relief. Evi.
IDENTIFY the girl had mistaken him for |
some one else
You say you are incog.," he ven.
tured. May I ask the reason for |
your not wishing to be known?"
Il don't mean that I am passing I'm.
der an assumed name. I came to the
country to write fiction. am Irene
Iddleston."
"1ndeedr' said Archie. He supposed
that Irene Id |ston was a great nov.
elist and didn't care to display ir.
norance Of her or her works.
I'VE two, both having artistic tastes
may assist each other In our work.
should DO pleased to see you at n
farmhouse where am stopping. Mr..
Brown"
Trevor started.
"What surprises your"