The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1914-06-11

fail to recognize an underlying motive.
| He was vainly striving to refresh his
memory; that was clear to her. There
| is no mistaking that look in persons
eyes. 1t cannot be disguised.
He was as deeply perplexed as ever
when the time came for him to depart
with Leslie. He asked her point blank
on the last evening of his stay if they
had ever met before, and she frankly
confessed to a short memory for faces.
1t was not unlikely, she said, that he
| had seen her in London or in Paris,
but she had not the faintest recollec-
tion of having seen him before their
meeting in the road.
Urged by Sara, she had reluctantly
| consented to sit to him for a portrait
during the month of June. He put the
request in such terms that it did not
sound like proposition. 1t was not
surprising that he should want her for
a subject; in fact, he put it in such
way that she could not but feel that
she would be doing him great and
enduring favor. She imposed but one
condition: The picture was never to
be exhibited. He met that, with bland
magnanimity, by proffering the canvas
to Mrs. Wrandall, as the subjects
next best friend" to have and to
bJld 30 long as she might live." free
gsatis," with the artists compli-
ments," and 30 on and so forth, in airy
kood humor.
Leslie's aid had been solicited by
both Sara and the painter in the final
effort to overcome the girls objec-
tions. He was rather bored about it,
but added his voice to the general
Glamour. With half an eye one could
see that he did not relish the idea of
Hetty posing for days to the hand
some, agreeable painter. Moreover, it
meant that Booth, who could afford to
crafty his own whims, would be
Obliged to spend q month or mora in
the neighborhood, so that he could de-
vote himself almost entirely to the
consummation of this particular under
taking. Moreover, it meant that Vivi-
ans portrait was to be temporarily
disregarded.
Sara Wrandall was quick to recog-
nize the first symptoms of jealousy ON
the part of her brother-in-law. The
/ new idol of the Wrandalls was in love,
sel6shly, insufferably in love as things
went with all the Wrandalls. They
hated selfishly, and so they loved. Her
husband had been their king. But
their king was dead, long live the
king! Leslie had put on the family
crown-a little jauntily, perhaps
cooked over the eye bit, SO to speak
/ but it was there just the same, an
noyingly plain to view.
Sara had tried to like him. He had
been her friend, the only one she could
claim among them all. And yet, be-
meath his genial allegiance, she could
detect the air of condescension, the
bland attitude of superior who de-
fends another's cause for the reason
that it gratifies Nero. She experienced
thrill of malicious joy in contemplat-
ing the fall of Nero. He would bring
down his house about his head, and
there would be no Rome to pay the
fiddler.
Brandon Booth took a small cottage
on the upper road, half way between
the village and the home of Sara
Wrandall, and not far from the abb
horred back gate" that swung in the
teeth of her connections by marriage.
He set up his establishment in half
day and, being settled, betook himself
off to dine with Sara and Hetty. All
his household cares, like the world,
TOD ,rlxr nh~
Atlas named Pat, than whom there
was no more faithful servitor in all
the earth, nor in the heavens, for that
matter, If we are to accept his own
estimate of himself. In any event, he
was treasure. Booths house was al
ways in order. Try as he would, he
couldn't get it out of order. Pats wife
saw to that.
AS he swung jauntily down the tree
lined road that led to Sara's portals,
Booth was full of the Joy of living.
Sara was at the bottom Of the ter
race, moving among the flower beds in
the formal garden.
At the sound of his footsteps on the
gravel Sara looked up and instantly
smiled her welcome.
1T Is so nice to see you again." she
said, giving him her hand.
my hearts in the highlands" he
quoted. waving vague tribute to the
heavens. "And it's nice of you to see
me-" he added gracefully. Phen he
pointed up the terrace. isn't she
picture2 Cad, it's lovely-the whole
effect. That picture against the sky"
He stopped short, and the sentence
was never finished, although she wait
ed for him to complete it before re-
marking:
Her heart is not in the highlands"
you mean-somethings 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
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