The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-01-14
FHE B00kKEEPERS VACATION
= By Paul CH37d7H

That, y replied Hlllyer, pointing over TO
the mirror reaching six feet from the floor
up.
''Come to the glass and retTact,' said
Miss Galland, leading the way
What appeared to be mirror Hiilyer
found was in reality a painting of that por-
tion Of the studio which stood directly in
front OF 1.-THE easel, the table, the light
shining through the north window, the
branches of a tree outside. all were faithfully
reproduced, and 10 make the ilusion more
deceptive, the painting was covered with
glass
f'Gour theory regarding vanity said Miss
Galand, noting tho changing expressions OF
Hillyer's face; ''does it hold goodG'
"No.'' he replied. 81 renounce it; for j
now have "A stcadfast belief that YOU are
genius and sorceress.' -
GA most unhappy belief SAID Miss Gal
land laughingly as she took hold Of one side
of the heavy frame and pulled 1T towards
her. The picture swung out from the wall
like door, revealing genuine mirror set
in tho panel back of IT. from which cleaned
the bright reflection Of the spirit OF mischief
looking quantity up at Hillyer out of the cor
ncrs of her eyes.
Hiilycr bowed low before her and quoted;
''like those panels
OF doors and altar pieces the old monks
Painted in converts, with religious symbols
On the outside, and the inside Vcnus."S
s'And most unhappy quotation sald
Miss Galland her smile vanishing and her
face palng risibly,
Dear old boy said the Literary Book
keepers wife, coming IN. radiant from hcr
morning drive, and pntting her husband on
the back: dear oid BOY. arc you making 1T
good for a dog cart7"
'~Tbis story is good for dog cart and
harness, little girlI' the Literary Book
keeper answered chcerfullY.
Lets see said his wife, reaching for
the manuscript.
spostively no." replied the Literary Book
keeper, turning the pages over so that they
could not be read - ou must wait until 1t
is printed.
Edith GaIlaud was successful artist from
the day she finished studying under Nc
Wisslcr Her first picture, 1.-The Prcsidont
of France won a prize in the salon OF that
year, 1895 and when she returned TO New
York month after she became the vogue
with the members of that set, smart of other
wise, who have money 10 burn, and burn 1T.
''rhc secret of my bowling success, she
one day confded 10 her mother, sis that |
10 not paint people as they are, but as they
ougth to he. -
Pudgy old dowagers with snub noses be
came la grandc dame under the magic or her
brush The gross face of Mrs. New, wife OF
that financial pirate, Col. New, became 50
almost human when put Has it ought to he
on Miss Gnlland's S canvas, that the colonel
insisted on adding thousand dollars TO the
figure agreed upon.
.'Somc day." Miss GaIland would say
some day II stop painting ideals For othei
people and paint few for myself; FOR there
is more rejoicing over ono effort that springs
from the heart than over ninety and mue tha'
are made under compulsion.'
And so when summer came she hired :
cottage on the outskirts of the village oi
CatskiIl installed her mother and others ol
her family in il, and bright and early eaci
morning went up the mountain to her WORK
shop. where, free from interruption, the let
forts that sprang straight from her heart
materializcd out Of the wealth of her imag
nation into gems of passionate beauty an'
pathos
Now there must be something soporifi
tain. for when Hllyer upon the seventh, a
well as upon all the intervening morning
following the storm. walked over to IN
studio. il was Miss Galland who slept TIN
time her head resting upon her arm, Jus
outside the doorway in the shadow of
sweet smelling fir.
'There is a time and place for every
thing Iillyer thought as he seated hlmsel
ten feet away, ''and this is the time an
place for me TO work at my story
He drew the manuscript from his pocket
anG-lookcd Mt Miss Gnlland,
For few minutes no studied the sleeper
face. with its slightly aquilne nose, firI
chin. and full lips just partial enough to al
, ford glimpse Of the white teeth beneath
and then he turned to his work and soon b,
came absorbed in it.
But it was not long before he threw hi
paper and pencil aside and, looking stea'
fastly at the slcepers eyes, wiled that the
, open
And tGev did open
NWhy, hello,'' said Miss Galand as sh
prcpped herself ny on one elbow; whe
did you Gomez
''Just now, Miss Van Winkle, he r.
Piled, going over and sitting down beside he
~ was sleepy from sitting up most of ti
night with little girl who wns i'll, y she e;
paned ''Were yon working AT your ne
n story?'' she asked, pointing to the mani
u script.
z Eyes" he replied brazenly.
4 .'What is the name of the story?' st
queried-
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