Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1914-10-22


Perhaps in crowded street. or the
5heater. or a railway train-just a
dieting glimpse, you know. But In
any event | got lasting impression.
Queer things like that happen. don I
YOU think 500"
Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward and
spoke to Leslie. AS he turned. she
handed him the envelope. without
comment
Great Scott" he exclaimed.
Mr. Booth is a mind reader" she
explained. He has been reading
your thoughts. dear boy"
Booth understood, and grinned
You don't mean TO say" began
the dumfounded Leslie. still staring
at the sketch. Upon my word it's a
wonderful likeness, old chap. l didn't
know you'd ever met her.
Met herr" cried Booth, an amiable
conspirator. I've never met her"
See acre, don't try anything like
that on me. How could you do this
ii you've never seen-"
lie is mind reader" cried Sara.
Haven't you been thinking or her
steadily for--well. Wen say ten min.
utes?' demanded Booth.
Leslie Redeemed. "Nonsense!"
That's mental telepathy SKETCH"
said the artist. complacently.
When did you do that"
This instant, you might say. See
Here is the crayon point | always
carry one around with me for Just
such"
All right" said Leslie blandly, at
the same time putting the envelope in
his own pocket, well let II go at
that II you're so clever at mind pic
lures you can 60 20 work and make
another for yourself. | mean to keep
this one"
Il say" began Booth. dismayed.
Ones thoughts are his own" said
the happy possessor OF the sketch. He
turned his back on them.
Sara was contrite. He will never
give it up" she lamented
Is he really hard hit?" asked Booth
il surprise
Il wonder" mused Sara.
"Of course he's welcome to the
sketch. confound him"
Would you like to paint herr"
Is this commission
Hardly. know her, that's all.
She is very dear friend"
My aeart is set on painting some
one else. Mrs. Wrandall"
oh"
When | know you better I'll tell
you who she is"
Gould you make sketch OF this
other one from memory" she asked
lightly.
Il think SO. I'll show you one this
evening. l have nay trusty crayon
about Inc always. as SAID before"
Later in the afternoon Booth came
race 10 face with Hetty. He was de-
scending the stairs and met her com
ing up. The sun streamed in through
the tall windows at the turn In the
stairs, shining full In her uplifted face
as she approached him from below.
he could not repress the start of
amazement. She was carrying q box
or roses in her arms-red roses whose
stems protruded far beyond the end
OF the pasteboard box and reeked OF
fragrant dampness.
She gave him a shy, startled smile
as she passed. He had stopped To
make room for her on the turn. Some
what dazed. he continued on his way
down the steps. to suddenly remember
with twinge OF dismay that he had
not returned her polite smile. but had
stared at her with most unblinkins
fervor. In no little shame and en-
Darrassment he sent a swift slance
over MS shoulder. She was walking
close to the banister rail on the floor
ABOVE. AS he glanced up their eyes
met for she too had turned to peer.
Leslie Wrandall was standing near
the foot OF the stairs. There was an
eager, exalted look in his face that
SLOWLY gave way to well-assumed un.
as his friend came upon him
and grasped his arm.
i say. Leslie, is she staying here?"
cried Booth. lowering his voice to an
excited half-whisper.
"Who?" demanded Wranddl va.
cantly His mind appeared to be else-
where.
Why, that's the girl I saw on thu
road Wake up! The one on the
envelope, you ass. Is she the one Won
we're telling me about In the chb-tbo
MISS Whats-Her-Name who"
oh, you mean Miss Castleton She's
uet gone upstairs. You must have
net her on the steps,"
You know l did. So that ia M,..
Ripping. isn't she? Didn't tel,
'ou so?" 70"
She's beautiful. She Is a type mat
Is you said. old mana really wonder-
I'll type. saw her yesterday-snd tie
lay before"
I've been wondering how you man.
lged to get likeness of her on ,ha
'ack OF an envelope" said Lesfie s.r-
Must have had a sood
'ns look at her, my boy. 1t isn't