Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-01

Say from eeven-t ll-till midnight"
But-you can't work-after dark"
But we'll have to dine-and then we can sit here
and talk He paused, looking at her narrowly
And do you propose to pay me for-for talking,
too?" she asked
for anything just for being" he said leaning to-
ward her with expectant look.
Emmy drew back. ooh, we haven't begun-yet."
She laughed, mischievously then changed her
she saw that he was not in the least discouraged
Show me your-your pictures" She jumped up and
began to look at some sketches on the walls
Wiemar began to gnaw his mustache There's
nothing here worth seeing, he growled.
Emmy went over to the easel "What is this
you're doing?" she inquired.
Wiemar looked at the painting, careessly. ooh,
that's portrait I'm making for an old duffer named
Ransome CrGsus and with the taste of
coal-heaver. However, he pays WELL"
The picture represented charming young girl of
seventeen with clear, sunny smile, and the big,
dering eyes of youth
'Who is it?" asked Emmy interested in the pic
ture, she could hardly say why
His daughter. She's in Europe, believe. School
there. l made some sketches before she went, and
I'm working up the portrait from them"
"Oh!' Emmy turned away. is he an old man?'
she inquired without particular interest.
"About sixty Widower Good old sport, too.
I've been on his yacht. he smiled, remlnlscently.
Lively craft, all right"
Yacht How lovely! I'm crazy about the sea-.
A door-bell rang somewhere
Wemar wheeled about with exclamation of an
noyance. "See who it is Kogo he said to the Japan
csc servant the latter entered the He turned
again to Emmy "It may be that old fool, Ransome.
He's always dropping in at unexpected hours. Awful
bore However, | suppose must put ones self out
a bit for millionaire He won't stay long"
1t was Mr.. Ransome. He came in, Short gray
haired, red-faced man. with heavy features and small
twinkling eyes. He looked the self-made business
man. with neatly tailored and polished exterior, and
a shrewd but not unkindly nature within. He bowed
to Emmy somewhat awkwardly, as Wiemar introduced
him. then began to discuss with the latter the unn-
ished portrait Emmy pretended to be busy examin-
ing the sketches the walls, conscious that Ransome
following her movements closely, out OF the tail
of his eye
PRESENTLY their discussion being over Wemar rang
for his man and ordered some cocktails. Emmy put
hers aside unnoticed Ransome continued to watch
her with undsguised admiration Model? she
heard him inquire of Wiemar. The atters reply she
did not CATCH but she thought Ransome appeared
pleased at its tenor She approached the two they
stood before the painting. "Im afraid | must be
going, Mr.. Wemar" she said. I'm expected
home for dinner
ooh, no, don't go yeti" Wiemar was plainly an
noyed.
II really must" She moved toward the door "Tll
come again-some time Good-by." Her hand was
on the knob.
care you going far Miss-Mss Moran?" Ransome
asked.
"To Eighty-frst Street" She began to turn the
knob, her glance dropping slightly toward the older
man. Wiemar glared at the atter's back and made
signs to Emmy to remain.
"Let me take you along with me. My cars down
stairs" said Ransome, turning quickly to Wiemar,
ho uore an eynressinn of cOmnete diSannrOVal of the