The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1914-05-16
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They started up the terrace. His
face clouded.
81 have had a feeling all along tnat
she'd rather not have this portrait
painted, Mrs. Wrandall. A queer sort
of feeling that she doesn't Just IKE 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 mao
lust 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.
| He declined Saras offer 70 send him
over in the car for the very reason
that he wanted the half-hour or soil
tude in which to concentrate all the
impressions she had made on his
fancyD
The three of them stood there for
few minutes, awaiting the buffers an
nouncement Sara's arm was about
Hetty's shoulders He was so taken
I'D 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,
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,
a 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
we're dressing, II you please. ma'am
the first time"
II will come" she interrupted sharp
ly, with a curious glance at Sara. who
, for some reason avoided meeting
Booths gaze.
! Tell him we shall expect him or
Friday" said Mrs. Wrandall
, by George," thought Booth. as she
: left them. Il wonder if it can be Les
lie. II it is-well. he wouldn't be fiat
? tered IL he could have seen the look II
her eyes.
Later on, he had no trouble in gath
1 ering that it was Leslie Wrandall wht
3 called. but he was very much in TIT
J. dark as to the meaning OF that ex
) pressive look. He only knew that sh'
y was in the telephone room for ten min
r utes or longer, and that all trace o
t emotion was gone from her face whel
e she rejoined them with brief apoloS
y for keeping them waiting.
= He left at ten-thirty, saying goo
k night to them on the terrace. Sar
l. walked to the steps with him.
Don't you think her voice is love
d ly?" she asked. Hetty had sung 70
d them.
D. 81 dare say" he responded absent!
d Give you my word, though, l WASH
q thinking of her voice. She Is lovely
3 He walked home as il In a dream
n The spell was on him.
ID Far In the night, he started up frol
t. the easy chair in which he had bee
g smoking and dreaming and rackin
ID his brain by turns.
le by Jove!" he exclaimed aloud.
remember! I've got it! And tomo
row I'll prove it."
ye Then he went to bed. with the stor
N from the sea pounding about Il
"a house, and slept serenely until p
b and Mary wondered whether he meal
ne to get up at all.
'e. Pat" said he at breakfast, II wa
a you to go to the city this morning al
III fetch out all Of the Studios you C;
Ill find about the place. The old ones a
ID, In that Italian hall seat and the la
an ones are in the studio. Bring all
re them"
all There's q divvil of bunch
at thim," said Pat ruefully.
Fn He was not to begin sketching t
ne figure until the following day. All
al luncheon, however, he had an appoil