The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1912-06-18

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commodious pocketbook, and she was
too proud to demand 1t OF him.
She became oddly sensitive tc
Booths persistent though inoffensivt
scrutiny as time wore on More than
once she had caught him looking al
her with tixedness that betrayed per
plexity 80 plainly that she could moi
fall to recognize an underlying motive
He was yainly striving to refresh bis
memory; that was clear to her. There
Is no mistaklng that look In a PERSONS
eyes. 1t cannot be disguised
He was as deeply perplexed as ever
when the time came for him to depart
with Leslie. He asked her point blank
on the last evening OF his stay II they
had ever met before, and she frankly
confessed to a short memory for faces.
1t was not unlikely, she said, that no
had seen her in London or In Paris,
but she had not the faintest recollec-
ton OF having seen him before their
meeting in the road.
Urged by Sara, she had reluctantly
consented to sit to him for a portrait
during the month OF June. He put the
request In such terms that II did not
sound like proposition. It was not
surprising that he should want her for
subject; In fact, he put It in such a
way that she could not but feel that
she would be doing him a great and
enduring favor. She imposed but one
condition: The picture was never to
be exhibited. He met that, with bland
magnanimlty, by profferlng the canvas
to Mrs. Wrandall, as the subjects
next best friend" to "have and to
hold so long as she might live" free
gratis" with the artists compli.
ments," and so on and so forth, in airy
good humor.
Leslie's aid had been solicited by
both Sara and the painter in tho final
effort to overcome the girls objec-
tions. He was rather bored about II.
but added his voice to the general
Glamour. With half an eye one could
see that he did not relish the idea OF
Hetty posing for days to the hand
some, agreeable painter. Moreover, 1t
meant that Booth, who could afford to
crafty his own whims, would be
obliged to spend month or more in
the neighborhood, so that he could de-
vote himself almost entirely to the
consummation OF this particular under
taking. Moreover, 1t meant that Vivi.
an's portrait was to be temporarily
disregarded.
Sara Wrandall was quick to recog-
nize the first symptoms OF jealousy on
the part Of her brother-in.law. The
new idol Of the Wrandalls was In love,
selfishly, insufferably in love as things
went with all the Wrandalls. They
hated selflshly, and so they loved. Her
husband had been their king. But
their king was dead. long live the
king! Leslie had put on the family
crown-a little jauntily, perhaps
cooked over the eye bit, so to speak
but It was there just the same, an
noyingly plain to view.
Sara had tried to like him. He had
been her friend, the only one she could
claim among them all. And yet. be-
meath his genial allegiance, she could
detect the air Of condescenslon, the
bland attitude OF superior who de-
tends another's cause for the reason
that 1t gratifies Nero. She experienced
thrill OF malicious Joy In contemplate
ing the fall of Nero. He would bring
down his house about his head, and
there would be no Rome to pay the
fiddler.
Brandon Booth took n small cottage
on the upper road, half way between
the village and the home of Sara
Wrandall, and not far from the alb
horred back gate" that swung in the
teeth Of her connections by marriage.
He set up his establishment In half
day and, being settled, betook himself
off to dine with Sara and Hetty. All
his household cares, like the world.
rested snugly on the shoulders of an
Atlas named Pat, than whom there
was no more faithful servitor In all
the earth, nor in the heavens, for that
matter, II we are to accept his own
estimate of himself. In any event, he
was treasure. Booths house was al.