The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1912-09-17
cHAPTER ~.
A Loss and a Find,


to tho color OF n jam sandwich"
With a ~petulant little gesture, Iris
turned from the window out OF which
she had been gazing at the slowly
darkening city.
you always spoil my best ideas!"
she said. "Why can't you reply sym.
pathetically7 But you shall have tea,
OF course"
As she crossed over to seat herself
beside him, he noted the shade that
clouded her eyes. She settled her
self In her corner OF the sofa and he
leaned over. taking both her hands
In his.
you mustn't be cross" he said, ten
derby.
II think you owe II to me to be q
little more-more romantic! No!
That is q poor word TO express my
meaning. A little more poetic! Why,
you don't even look like an artist any
morel"
Don't II" said he, slowly rising and
regarding himself in a mirror opposite.
Iris" said he after a moment OF ST.
lent inspection, must a fellow really
have long hair in order to be a good
painter. do you think?"
Don't be absurd" she answered;
1T isn't that, OF course! But II is
something deeper, something more Inn
portant, far. Why. II | did not see
the lovely things you do with your
brush, | could not believe you were
an artist. You never give out your
temperament in any other way, and ]
am hungry for IT,"
For what?" he asked. "A lot OF
silly talk about the color Of your soul?
Lordl grille. can't you learn to live
those things instead Of talking about
them? Can't you see that they lose
In value II expressed In any but the
highest way? One has to keep Dies
mouth shut In order that all the
strength be left for ones hand"
And apply none of 1t to daily life?'
she cried.
Live It; don't apply It," he an
swered dryly.
"One grows by expression" she de
clared: "by expression Of every sort
My fathers friends. lots of the people
who come here. are living splendidly
inside themselves, and they give II
out. and consequently they are inter
estlng. When | became engaged &c
you l thought | was going to find the
same sort of intercourse, only intensi
fled. But you are not what / thought
you were, and my soul is unsatisfed.'
Look here. dearest" said he lightly
don't go for me the first day yoi
get home. It's a long while-two en-
tire weeks-since we have been to
gether, and here we 60, Off the handle
first thing. Let's cut 1t out, and b.
sweet to each other instead. Tell mi
about the last couple Of weeks. You're
not a very satisfactory correspondent
you know. What did you do at thu
farm?"
Il walked. and rode horseback, a
usual" she replied. There was tim,
for once for me to learn TO know my
self; to commune with my inner con
seriousness. read S%winburne. d.
you know. ! think his AURA must hav'
been blue, like miner"
Sam Hill helped himself to a iftl
Jam sandwich before replying.
THAT must have been great; espe
cially the riding" he exclaimed. "Ant
that reminds me. Iris, there is a won
derful horse at the Winter garden
I'll take seats for tomorrow, II yo,
say so. You'll like II, I'm sure. Their,
are some bully %acrobats. too"
With the air of a tragedy queel
Miss Vanderpool arose and swept I
the center of the room, her gray gov,
coiling about her feet like clouds O
smoke. Very young she looked, an
quite like a child dressed up and &C
ing a play. But, to her W mind. sh
was q hurt in her sensitiv
soul. Withal, she had a certain dis
nifty despite her youth, %consequen
perhaps, on the position which ha
been hers since the death of tn
mother she could scarcely remember
"Why, what on earth is the matter?
cried Hill, admiring her immensel!
u~nspeakably.
Natter" she cried tragically; "yo
ask me that? | tell you that my sol
is hungry-starved! and you retoi
with an invitation to a music.hall
It is unthlnkable! How can you? 70
have no sympathy, no understanding
hate you. There!"
She turned from him abruptly.
"Iris!" he cried. springing to he
side and putting his arm about he
you must not say such things. 20
silly child. When | leave my work
want to play-just to play like q chill
and a trained horse amuses me
frankly and truly, | do like 1t. Yo
hardly ever laugh for sheer merI
ment. It's most neurotic, I'm darne
II II isn't!"
I'm not a silly child" cried Ir
holly. disengaging herself from h
embrace. I'm not neurotlc! N
soul is torn"
"Oh. marry me right away, and /
your soul go hang!" exclaimed Hi
"All you need is a taste Of life! Ho
estly | understand about this feelir
of yours, dear. Believe me, work al
living In earnest are the nswer al
the cure"
you don't understand" she criet
every word you utter makes tn
palmer. You never have any gre
emotional experlenoes-at least. th