Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-05-16

here. Mr.. Booth?' Sara was saying
to the artist beside her.
"Of course l managed to get bit
of nature, even at that" said he, with
a smile. Boys are pretty close to
earth, you know. To be perfectly hon
est, did it in order to get away from
the eminently beautiful but unnatural
things I'm required to paint at home"
Il suppose We will see you at the
Wrandall place this summer"
I'm coming out to paint Leslie's
sister in June, believe. And that
reminds me, came upon an uncom-
monty pretty girl not far from your
place the other day-And yesterday.
as well-eome one I've met before I'M
less I'm vastly mistaken. l wonder
II you know your neighbors we'll
enoug-by sight, at least-to venture
q good guess as 70 who mean"
She appeared thoughtful.
"Oh, there are dozens Of pretty
girls in the neishborhood. Can't you
remember where you met" She
stopped suddenly. . swift look OF sp'
prehen6lOn ID ner eyes.
He failed to note the look or the
broken sentence. He was searching
in his coat pocket for something Sc
lectin9 a letter from the middle OF q
small pocket, he held it out to her.
RI sketched this from memory. She
posed all too briefly for me-" he said.
On the back Of the envelope was .
remarkably good likeness Of Hetty
Castleton, done broadly, sketchily,
with = crayon point, evidently drawn
with haste while the impression was
fresh, but long after she had passed
out OF range OF his vision.
II know her" said Sara quietly.
ITS very clever. Mr.. Booth"
There Is something hauntingly "a
miliar about IT," he went on. looking
at the sketch with frown OF perplex.
ity. I've seen her somewhere. but
for the life Of me I can't place her.
Perhaps in q crowded street, or the
theater. or a railway trsin-just .
neeting glimpse. you know. But in
any event l got q lasting impression
Queer things like that happen. don't
you think sou
Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward and
spoke to Leslie. As he turned, che
handed him the envelope, withou,
comment.
Great Scott" he exclaimed.
me. Booth IL a mind reader" shs
| explained. HE has been reading
| your thoughts. dear boy"
Booth understood, and grinned.
You don't mean to say" begar
the dumfounded Leslie, still staring
at the sketch. Upon my word, it's :
wonderful likeness, old chap. l didn'
know you'd ever met her."
Met herr" cried Booth, an amiabl.
conspirator. i've never met her"
see here, don't try anything lik'
that on me. How could you do thi,
II you've never seen"
He is a mind reader" cried Sara
Haven't you been thinking of hel
steadily for-well, we'll say ten min
utes?" demanded Booth.
Leslie redeemed. "Nonsense!"
That's . mental telepathy sketch,
said the artist, complacently.
When did you do that?"
This instant, you might say. See
Here is the crayon point. Away,
carry one around with mo for Jus
euch-"
All right" said Leslie bIandly. .
the same time putting the envelope II
his own pocket; well lot 1t 90 q
4 that. II you're 20 clever ct mind pic
lures you caa 20 to work and max
another for yourself. I mean to keel
this one"
i II say" began Booth, dismayed.
Cones thoughts arc his OWL" sat
the happy posssssor Of the sketch. HI
turned his back On them.
4 Sara vas oontrite. He will neve
give It up," she lamented.
"Is he really hard hit?" asked Boot
in surprise.
II wonder" unused Sara.
u "Of course he's welcome TO th
sketch, contound him"
} "Would you Ike to paint her7"
els this . commission7"
Hardly. ! know her. that's ~