Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1914-06-05
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| pointed up the terrace. isn't she
| picture? Cad, It's loyely-the whole
effect. That picture against the sky"
He stopped short, and the sentence
was never finished, although she walt
ed for him to complete it before re-
marking:
Her heart Is not in the highlands"
you mean-something' gone
wrong"
"Oh, no." she said, still smiling;
nothing like that. Her heart is in
the lowlands. You would consider
/, Washington square to be in the low
lands, wouldn't your"
.'Oh, see," he said slowly. you
mean she's thinking of Leslie
Who knows? 1t was venture on
my part, that's all. She may be think
ing of you. Mr.. Booth"
"Or some chap in old England, that's
more like it." he retorted. "She can't
be thinking Of me, you know. No one
ever thinks of me when I'm out of
view. Out of sight, out of mind. No;
she's thinking of something long
way off-or some one, If you choose to
have it that way"
She smiled upon him with half
closed, shadowy eyes. and shook her
head. Then she arose.
Let us go in. Hetty is eager to see
YOU again"
They started up the terrace. His
face clouded.
Il have had feeling all along that
she'd rather not have this portrait
painted, Mrs. Wrandall. A queer sort
Of feeling that she doesn't just like the
idea of being put on canvas"
Nonsense" she said, without look
ing at him.
Hetty met them at the top of the
steps. The electric porch lights had
| just been turned On by the butler. The
girl stood in the path Of the light.
| Booth was never to forget the lowell
ness of her in that moment. He car
ried the image with him on the long
walk home through the black night
Gle declined Sara's offer to send him
| over In the car for the very reason
that he wanted the half-hour of soli-
tude in which to concentrate all the
| impressions she had made on his
fancy.)
The three of them stood there for a
few minutes, awaiting the buffers an
nouncement. Sara's, arm was about
Hetty's shoulders. He was SO taken
up with the picture they presented
that he scarcely heard their light chat
ter. They were types of loneliness so
full Of contrast that he marveled at
the power of nature to create women
in the same mold and yet to model SO
differently.
AS they entered the vestibule, a
servant came up with the word that
Miss Castleton was wanted at the
telephone, long distance from New
York"
The girl stopped in her tracks.
Booth looked at her in mild surprise,
condition which gave way an instant
later to perplexity. The look Of an
noyance in her eyes could not be dis
guised or mistaken.
ASK him to call me up later. Wat
son." she said quietly.
This is the third time he has called,
Miss Castleton," said the man. you
were dressing. IL you please. ma'am.
the first time"
It will come" she interrupted sharp
ly. with curious glance at Sara. who
for some reason avoided meeting
Booths gaze.
"Tell him we shall expect him on
Friday" said Mrs. Wrandall
i Ely George!" thought Booth, as she
left them. II wonder if 1t can be Les
lie. If it is-well, he wouldn't be fat
tered If he could have seen the look III
her eyes.
Later on, he had no trouble in gath
ering that it was Leslie WfAndall who
called, but he was very much in the
dark as to the meaning of that ex-
pressive look He only knew that she
4 was in the telephone room for ten min
utes or longer, and that all trace of
emotion was gone from her face when
she rejoined them with brief apology
for keeping them waiting.
He left at ten-thirty, saying good
night to them on the terrace. Sara
walked to the steps with him.
| lJOnL you Illuh u0T VOlC9 Is love
ly?" she asked Hetty had sung for
them
Il dare say" he responded absently.
Give you my word, though, wasn't
thinking of her voice. She Is lovely"
He walked home as If In dream.
The spell was on him.
Far In the night, he started UP from
the easy chair In which he had been
smoking and dreaming and rackipg
his brain by turns.
s'By Jove!" he exclaimed aloud. II
remember! I've got It'll And tomor-
row I'll prove It"
J Then he went to bed. VIII the storm
J from the sea pounding about the
house, and slept serenely until Pat
and Mary wondered whether he meant
to get up at all.
Pat" said he at breakfast. II want
: you TO go to the city this morning and
fetch out all of the Studios you can
fno about the place. The old ones are
! in that Italian hall seat and tAs late
ones are in the studio. Bring al OF