Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-04-10
CHAPTER Nv.

AUlnOk VI AVLl
Copyright, 1912. The
CHAPTER Nv. ..
At the bungalow I called Ching, and
we get out with q supply Of salt. King
Cole Comment by G. K: Probably a
dead-black horse) was coy for time,
before he succumbed to temptation.
On my return I found my visitor in
the studio. She had said that she knew
little about pictures. She knew more
than a little, good deal, in fact, and
talked most intelligently about them.
don't say this simply because she
tried, before she went, to buy some OF
mine. When I declined to sell she
seemed put out. ~"
"But surely these prints OF yours
aren't the work of an amateur" she
said. "You SELF" r..
don't sell without good bit of bar.
gaining; particularly when I suspect
my purchaser OF wishing to make
amends by purchase"
1T isn't that at ALL she said
earnestly. II want the pictures for
themselves"
Call this preliminary then. and
come back when you have more time
She shook her head, and there was
q shadow over the brightness Of her
face. I'm afraid not" she said. But
have enjoyed talking again with
some one who knows and loves the
best in art. After ALL" she added with
note Of determination, almost OF
defiance, there is no reason why
shouldn't sometime"
Then I may look for you again.
I asked.
She nodded as she moved out across
the porch, IF you'll promise to sell
me. any print may choose. Good-by.
And thank you SO much, Mr.. Sedg'
wick!"
She held out her hand. It was hand
for sculptor to model, as beautiful
and full of character as her face,
Comment by G. K: BoshD After
ward remembered that never again
in our. friendship did I see 1t un.
gloved. Comment by c. K: "Bosh'
retracted. Some observation In that!)
"Au revoir, them said; "but you
have the advantage Of me, you see.
don't know what to call you at all
She hesitated; then, with little
soft culver of her eyelids. which
afterward learned to identify as an
evidence of amusement, said. "Daw Is
nice name, don't you Think" (Com
ment by c. K: False name, Of course;
but highly probable first name IL
Marjorie.) "By the way, what time Is
it?'
Quarter to five, Miss Daw."
She smiled at the name. "King Cole
will have to do his best, II I am to be
back for dinner. Good-by." Comment
by C. K: Good The place where she
is staying is good way off, assum
ing a seven-thirty dinner-hour; say
twelve to fifteen miles.)
That was the first of many visits, OF
days that grew In radiance for me. II
isn't. necessary for me to tell you
Kent, how in our talks came to
divine in her q spirit as wistful and
pure as her face. You do not want q
love story from me; yet that is what
It was for me almost from the first
Not openly, though There was that
about her which held ne at arms
length: the mystery Of her, her quick
ly-given trust in me, certain strained
look that came into her face, like the
startled attention of wild thing
poised for flight, whenever I touched
upon the personal note. Not that
ever questioned her. That was the un
Outstanding between us: that should
leave to her her incognito without eft.
fort to penetrate It.
While I talked sketched her and
she had been much about the world
knew her Europe, had met and talked
with men of many pursuits, and had
taken from all sources tribute for hel
mind and color for her imagination
She had read widely, too, and had an
individual habit of thought. Combined
with all her cosmopolitanism, was a
quaint and profound purity OF
standards. I remember her saying
once-it was one of her rare flashes
of self-revelation-"I am an anomaly
and an anachronism, a Puritan In mod
ern society" After her first visit she
did not ride her horse; but came
across lots and through the side
hedge, swinging down the hillside yon
der with her light dipping stride that
always recalled to me the swoop OF
swallow, her gloved hands usually
holding a slender stick.
All those sketches that you saw
were but studies for a more serious
attempt to catch and fix her person
atty. Comment by c. *. Couldn't he
have given me in two words her height
and approximate weight?) did it in
pastel, and, II missed something OF
her tender and changeful coloring,
at least caught the ineffable wistful
ness of her expression, the look Of one
hoping against hope for an uncon
fessed happiness. Probably I had put
more Of myself into 1t than had
meant. A man is likely to when he
paints with his heart as we'll as his
brain and hand. When 1t was done
made little frame for it, and lettered
on the frame this line:
"And her eyes dreamed against a
distant goal"
It was the next day that she read
the line. I saw the color die from her
face and flood back again.
"Why did you set that line there?'
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