Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1914-07-24

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drove up. There was sullen. dissat-
isf1ed look in his face. She was stretch
ed out comfortably, laziiy. in a great
chaise-lounge, her black little slippers
peeping out at him with perfect aban-
Comment
Hello" he said shortly. She gave
him her hand. Sorry couldn't get
out last night" He shook her hand
rather ungraciously.
I'VE missed you" she said. ''Pull up
chair. was never so lazy as now.
Dear me, am afraid I'll get stout and
gross"
Spring fever" he announced He
was plainly out of sorts. "I'll stand, If
you don't mind. Beastly tiresome, sit
ting In hot, stuffy train"
He took couple Of turns across the
porch, his eyes shifting in the eager,
annoyed manner Of one who seeks for
something that, in the correct order of
things, ought to be plainly visible
Please sit down, Leslie You make
me nervous, tramping about like that.
We can't go in for half an hour or
more"
Cant go in?" he demanded, stop
ping before her. He began to pull at
his little moustache
mo. Hetty's posing. They won't
permit even me to disturb them"
He glared. With final, almost dra-
matte twist he gave over jerking at
his moustache, and grabbed up a chair,
which he put down beside her with a
vehemance that spoke palmer than
words.
Il say" he began. scowling In the
direction OF the doorway, how long is
he going to be at this silly job?"
SILLY job7 Why, it is to be mas
terpiece," she cried.
Il asked you how long?'
"oh, how can tell? Weeks, per
haps. One can't prod genius"
It's all tommy-rot," he growled.
7 suppose I'd better take the next
train back to town
Don't yea like talking with me?"
she inquired. with a pc.
"Of course l do" he made haste to
say. But do you mean to say they
won't let anybody in where oh, I
say! This is richi"
Spectators upset the muse, or
words to that effect"
He stared gloomily at his cigarette
case for moment Then he carefully
selected cigarette and tapped It on
the back Of his hand.
See here, Sara, I'm going to get
this on my chest" he said bluntly.
I've been thinking 1t over all week.
/ don't like this portrait painting nom
sense"
Dear mel Didn't you suggest it?''
she inquired innocently, but all the
time her heart was beating violent
time TO the song Of triumph.
He was jealous. 1t was what she
wanted, what she had hoped for all
along. Her purpose now was to en-
courage the ugly flame that tortured
him, to fan 1t into fury, to make 1t un-
endurable She knew him we'll: His
supreme egoism could not withstand
an attack upon its complacency. Like
all the Wrandalls, he had the habit
of thinking too well of himself He
possessed a clearly-defned sense of
humor, but 1t did not begin to include
selt-sacrifice among it's endowments.
He had never been able to laugh at
himself for the excellent reason that
some things were truly sacred TO him.
She realized this. and promptly
laughed at him. He stiffened.
Don't smoker. Sara" he growled.
He took time to light his cigarette. and
at the same time to consider his an
swer to her question. In a way, yes.
suggested tort of portrait, of
course. A sketchy thing. something
like that, you know. But not an all
summer operation"
But she doesn't mind" explained
Sara. I'm fact. she is enjoying 1t. She
and Mr. Booth get on famously to.
gether."
"She likes him, eh?''
Certainly. Why shouldn't she like
him? He is adorable"
He threw his cigarette over the rail
ing. Comes here every day, l sup
poser"
MY dear Leslie, he is to do me as
soon as he has finished with her.
don't like your manner"
"Oh," he said in dull sort of won
der No one had ever cut him shori
In just that way before. What's UP
Sara? Have l done anything out o.
the way?''
"You are very touchy. 1t seems t.
me-"
"rm sore about this confounded por
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I'm sorry, Leslie. / suppose yot
will have to give in, however. We arr
three to one against you-Hetty. Mr.
Booth and l."
Il see,r he said. rather blankly
Then he drew his chair closer. ''Se'
here, Sara, you know I'm terribly keel
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