The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1912-09-17

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he sprang up and flung the door wide
to discover II his memory Of the night
was a vision or a reality.
As he stood upon the threshold he
seemed for an instant to see, not the
room before him, but the upright, fash.
ionably clad figure OF Hill, leading q
bear of into the dark regions beyond
Washington square. Then. throwing
back his head, he laughed, and stepped
into the studio.
Once II had been the attic covering
the upper floors Of two adjoining
houses. In every sense the place was
a workshop, replete with the most per
feet tools for the trade Of the brush,
and the only spot conducive to idling
was the chimney corner. Upon the
smaller easel stood the h~alf-fnished
portrait of a man, while against n
wall a pile of canvases was standing.
their faces hidden.
Pedro drew a long breath OF delight.
Then It was true; 1t had not been a
dream, after all! He thought of Mr..
Jones again, and for a moment the
pans Of that dear remembrance was
bitter. How was Hill getting on with
Old Nita? he wondered. II only 1t
were possible to be with them. and
here at the same time! All, well! one
| could not serve two masters, and he
had chosen and did not regret.
On the mantel shelf stood a letter
that Pedro had placed there on the
previous evening. Hill had given 1t
to him with the injunction to deliver
1t at the earliest possible moment. He
read the superscription with interest;
Abraham Lincoln Leigh
An address on Tenth street followed
Pedro determined to deliver II at once.
The house in which Abraham Lin
coin Leigh lived, was, like almost ev'
cry other building in this neighbor'
hood, now being put to n use other
than that for which 1t was originally
intended, for once II had been a ware.
house for the storage Of paper.
"Yep!" said the hallboy. in response
to Pedro's inquiry as to whether Mr..
Leigh was in. Third to your right.
Last door!"
So Pedro mounted and knocked. ,
Comet said a resonant voice,
which was like the booming of a great
bell. And Pedro, rejoicing at the mu.
sic OF II. promptly obeyed.
II was a large studio which he en-
tered, large and crowded and disor'
dered beyond belief. Several corners
had been screened off for uses other
than those OF sculpture, which was the
s~elf.evident occupation of the proprie'
tor.
At the moment of Pedro's entrance
Abraham Lincoln Leigh was STOPPING
over a fryingpan full Of bacon, which
was sizzling on the stove; and the in
Simultaneous impression which his Wis
itor received was that the mans name
had in some curious fashion influ
enced his personal appearance. He
was very tall, and his ~leanness was
extraordinary. AS Pedro entered, he
did not even TURF his head for a mo
ment, but continued manipulating the
bacon deliberately. When 1t was re
versed. he looked up at his visitor, anc
again the mellow voice rang out like
A.. iz., .Itn,n, 90 N nhtr1h hnll
who are you?"
81 am Pedro" said the owner OF thai
name, flashing his white smile. Ct"
have a letter from Sam Hill"
"Ahl" remarked Leigh, not, how
ever, offering to take the missive, but
looking at the bearer, and, as was sc
commonly the case, liking him. Then
in response to that smile of Pedro's
Leigh smiled, a rare thing In him, anC
an Illuminating.
Have you had your breakfast" h,
asked.
"Why no! | haven't" exclaimed thC
boy, evidently surprised at the recol
lection of his lack.
Leigh looked him over again, MI
face grave despite the gathering VI
of the little lines at the corners o
his eyes.
You're a friend OF Sans" HI
asked.
81 am his most devoted one!" ex
claimed Pedro %fervently.
Again Leigh smiled.
mo. you are not" he said. How
ever. the forks and spoons are in tina
bureau, and you'll find a cup on thu
shelf behind that screen"
Pedro stared at him for a breath
and then, with a laugh, he threw hi
hat and his letter down upon a chair
and went in search of the articles men
toned.
"Graciasl" he said, 81 am very hun
cry. Maybe you know what that feel
like, eh?'
"You bet!" said Leigh solemnly.
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