The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-01-14

No,sa upon time there was-and for that
.,..r there is today n bookkeepcr who
.,;f;ed his literary ambition by writing a
,vv upou each of his summer vacations.
ssf year he gained wife through this pro-
ns;ty: this summer he acquired dog cart,
"a here is the way OF it:
N..I think said the Literary Bookkeeper
his wife, as he began Sharpening his pen
A nm the morning after their arrival IN the
Anntry, 'sI think that l Will write the story
George HIlycr aud Edith Galland-"
I,.A good idea,'' said his wife. "for ! We
Irtainly got 10 have new dogcart Only =
-. continued with emphasis don't for
arry,s sake say anything about Miss Gal
hnd's daughter
Bpt the Literary Bookkeeper made no re
III. for he thought that that would be like
tsMnc fish story and leaving out the f1sh-
,1W Hillyer and Miss GslIand intro
mi duced themselves to each other dur
IfV ing a thunder storm, and this IS pos-
sib!v the reason that Hillyer received
nell q shock when he learned of Miss Gal
hud's daughter.
On the morning Of that fatcful day of the
norm IIillyer strobe out of the Mountain
bou.e rharrincd ut the thought that he had
|raincd no helpful idea for his new story
|irom the people summcring mp there IN thc
.catslills, and then. away from the beaten
mathis he walked away his disappointment
.hecamc lost in tho maze of FIR. cedar ana
.,Iyer nine OF North mountain. and, follow
4 ING the example Of a former philosopher oil
. fbcso wilds. lie Law down in the cool shadow
a eli
But Illver g awakening was distinctly diff
brent from that of Rips.
'tYonr pardon" far away voice was
.ayiug-"I renly beg YOUR pardon, this
.time close TO his ear-''but YOU must hurry
cot Ct this, else YOU will become drenchcd,
Hilycr opcned his eyes and looked up
The first big drops Of coming thunder
L shower spattercd in his face as the Young
Woman who ltuclt down TO awaken linn rose
4 10 her feet.
Extremely kind Of You, IN sure, said
l |fIIycr as he got up and rubbed his eyes;
''but as there is shelter about here, |
|pni booked for a drenchiug, whether or no, -
|lThc lady wore a maclSintosh.l
'' Not at ALL if YOU hurry TO my workshop
|up there she replied, pointing to Il square
'huildiug on the cliff, made of cedar logs. ~
/ hawened 10 look out of the doorway when
yop lay down to take your nap, she eX-
plaincd.
The rain came down in torrents as they
Entered the door.
Hilyer eyes took in the room at glauce.
. Il was about thirty feet square; the north
Idc mostly window An easel with a can
. vas npou ii stood ncar the center of tho
t1.a I.,Il ,aifb In I,sIln
tubes and brushes in orderly array; three
ehairs and full length mirror-behold the
Workshop
The Young woman drew up two chairs near
thr doorway and, seating herself upon ono,
notioncd to Hillyer To take the other. WIN
out speaking they watched together the pass
ing of tho storm, and as the sun came OUT
again and Frightened up the studio, Hlllyer
pointed TO the canvas and said: 81 see tha'
yon are a painter; may | look al the PIC
ture1'
"Assuredly," she responded, rising and
leading the way to the painting
'fThe only portion that is finished, she
Explained As Hilyer came and stood BESIDE
her "is the face of the little girl; the WON
an in the foreground I am finding rather
difficultr
What Hillyer saw was a woman STANDING
before an open fireplace, idly picking apar
bunch Of red roses and tossing them Int
the fire; a portrait of beautiful little gar
above the mantepiece, smiling down upol
the pale face of the woman, who lovingly bu
sorrowfully looked up at the child.
Hlyer was stirred Mt q depth of feeling
60 strongly expressed.
May ask its name7i' he querci finally
Some pictures are best nameless, sin
suggested
Perhaps he said thoughtfuily, "But a
all events it is best that some people hav
names; mine is Hillyer',
Not the Hillyer who wrote The Woman
Who Kept the Books 49,
II can't help it, madam; one must 1--we,
be answered
she laughed deightedly and, reaching owe
70 the table, picked up an envelope ar
handed it to him.
He read:
Miss Edith Galland,
League Ateliers, Z. SD Street,
Studio 81. New York
And You are Miss Galland, tho portra
palnter''' he asked
. It's too true she answered smiling
/. Ss enc held out her hand.
MT Hillyer.'' she went on with light u
n s'nciance, 'I'yc read your stories, but L
not going to swell your already good opinio
VI yourself by telling you what ] think
them''
Miss GalIand.' he rctorted, ''1 We scr
- Mast a dozen of your paintings, but j
WI nave the sin on my soul of inereasir
,Vur vanity by telling you what think
them