The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1914-05-29
CHAPTER v.
Discussing a Slster-ln-law.

You remember my sister-in-law,
don't you. Brandy?" was the question
that Leslie Wrandall put TO q friend
one afternoon, as they sat dresrily In
window OF one OF the fashionable up
town clubs, a little more than a year
after the events described in the fore
going chapters. Drearily, have said,
for the reason that It was Sunday, and
raining at that
IL met Mrs. Wrandall few years
ago in Rome" said his companion. re-
newing interest in conversation that
had died some time before OF its owl,
exhaustion. She's most attractive.
saw her but once. / think it was at
somebody's fete."
She's returning to New York the
end OF the month";" said Leslie. Been
abroad for over year. She had a
villa at Nice this winter"
81 remember her quite well. l was
OF an age then TO be particularly SEN
sitive TO female loveliness. II I'd been
staying on in Rome, ! should have
screwed up the courage, I'm sure, TO
have asked her TO sit for me-"
Brandon Booth was OF an old Phila-
delphia family: an old and wealthy
family. Both views considered, he was
qualified to walk hand in glove with
the fastidious Wrandalls. Leslie's
mother was charmed with him be-
cause she was also the mother OF WV
ian. The fact that he went in for por-
trait painting and seemed averse to
subsisting on the generosity OF his
father, preferring to live by his tai
ent, II no way operated against him.
so far as Mrs. Wrandall was con-
cerned. That was his lookout, not
hers; II he elected TO that sort OF
thing, all we'll and good. He could
afford to be eccentric; there remained.
In the perspective he scorned. the bulk
of a huge fortune TO Offset whatever
idiosyncrasies he might choose TO cul-
tivate. Some day, in spite OF himself.
she contended serenely, he would be
very. very rich. What could be more
desirable than fame, family and for
tune all heaped together and thrust
upon one exceedingly interesting and
handsome young man?
He had been the pupil OF celebrated
craftsmen and painters in Europe, and
had exhibited a sincerity OF purpose
that was surprising, all things con.
sidered. The mere fact that he was
not Obliged 20 paint IN order to obtain
a living was sufficient cause for won
lotu hn nd
studied with or under.
His studio in New York was not a
fashionable resting place. II was a
workshop. You could have tea there.
OF course. and you were sure TO meet
people you knew and liked. but IL was
you could mention. He was not
dabbler In art. not q mere dauber OF
pigments: he was an artist.
Booth was thirty-perhaps a year
or two older; tall, dark and good look.
ing. The air OF the thoroughbred
marked him. He did not affect loose.
flowing cravats and baggy trousers,
nor was he careless about his finger
nails. He was simply the ordinary,
everyday sort OF chap you would
meet in Fifth avenue during parade
hours, and you would take a second
look at him because OF bis face and
manner but not on account OF his
dress. Some OF his ancestors came
over ahead Of the MayHower, but be
did not glost.
Leslie Wrandall was his closest
friend ans harsheet critic. II didn't
really matter to Booth what Leslie
ssid OF his paintings: he quite under
stood that he didn't know anything
about them.
when does Mrs. Wrandall return ,"
asked the painter. after a long period
OF silence spent IN contemplation of
the cleaning pavement beyond the
clubs window.
That's queer" said Leslie. looking
up. 4 was thinking OF Sara myself
She sails next week. I've had let
ter asking me 10 open her house in
the country. Her place is about two
miles from fathers. II hasn't been
opened In two years Her father built