The Holly chieftain., 1912-08-02
(CepyF1Sht. Dl1, ~ Associated Literary
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IRON her perch In the old apple
tree Lila Moore looked down the
orchards dappled vistas. 1t was very
quiet and sleepy there in the summer
afternoon and the lids dropped over
nef dark blue eyes and the book
halt slipped from her fingers. Her
bright hair against the sober brown
OF tho tree trunk made a dash OF
golden colsr.
When she opened her eyes again
II vas to gaze incredulously and then
with growing indignation at . hat
less young man sitting before an
easel and undoubtedly painting her
Lila coughed.
The painter looked up and slightly
frowned. If you could hold that
position another instanti" he pleaded.
Ton have no right to paint me
without Permission" protested Lila
Indignantly.
i could not ask permission with.
out awaking you." he said mildly.
! was not really asleep.
But It would have spoiled the pic
ture II you had stirred-the light on
those leaves IL perfect" He gaxed at
the heavy branch beyond her where
the sunlight struck warmly through
. the pale green leaves.
Miss Moore's instinct. was to de-
scend from the tree at once. but on
second thought she decided not to
spoil perfectly good picture By
changing her attitude.
y She wished that she knew more
about art 20 that she could talk to
g4he painter, who was strangely alb
3orbed In his work. He was Q slen-
NsrH built youth. With = dark, keen
Ace and bright black eyes. Lila WAS
" surprised that his clothes we're
abby. and she had no doubt that
s. was poor. Perhaps this picture
pud bring him fame and fortune.
wonder what he will call It," she
Y ailoquized. "Perhaps-'0iii In the
4 pple Tres or something ike that"
It's very good OF you to favor me
H. this manner" said the artist at
st as he gathered his pencils and
altered them into 'the box beside
Nm. THE instant saw the sunlight
- your shoes said to myself:
Here's what you're looking for.
wilbur.
"Tbe sunlight on my shoesl"
sshrieked Lfila.
+ He nodded.
Il Would you like to see the thingf"
"Of course" said Lila rather crisp
". "ons cannot help but feel little
curiosity concerning ones own pic
ture."
The youth looked rather dIscon-
certed at this remark. but he stepped
forward to give the fair model help
ing hand. But Lila needed no assist
ance. She sprans lightly to the turf
and hastened to the easel.
She swept one glance at the strong
pencil drawing and stared for one in
credulous instant at the artist, then
with haughtily lifted nose she flashed
about and disappeared among the
trees.
The artist gased ruefully at his
drawing Of the apple trees. with the
girl sitting in an attitude Of careless
repose. He had produced wonder.
&ul effect Of light and shadow With
his pencil. and the little buckled
shoes braced against the tree trunk
seemed fairly to scintillats with bril-.
liancy.
But he had left Lila's lovely face
out OF the pictured Her hair was
there and her softly curved throat
and everything save her features.
While he stood there she came
back again. her white linen skirt
swishing the long grass a. she hur-
ried toward him. Her cheeks were
bright with color and her blue eyes
sparkled dangerously.
"Pardon my curiosity. but WIN you
be good enough to tell me why you
left my face out Of the picturef'.
TITS for an advertisement. you SEE"
he said. coloring. "and j could not
take the liberty Of having your face
scattered broadcast over the country"
"Ohi And what will you do for .
facs!" asked Lila. In an absurdly ~
lieved tone.
II shall fnd professional model
to cit for that in town. The whole
attitude was 20 charming-it would
have made great picture in oils" b
said, with enthusiasm.
why didn't. you paint II in oils.
then7" she asked
His face clouded. Cant afford to
spend the time now. I'm in the ad-
vertising line and I've got to stick to
1t for q while. Some day. when I've
got enough saved up. I'm going to cut
This stuff" He nodded savagely at
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