The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1914-04-09

me-" he added gracefully. Then ht
pointed up the terrace. "1snt she
picture? Cad, it's lovely-the whole
effect. That picture against the sky
He stopped short, and the ssntenct
was never finished, although she wait
ed for him to complete it before re
marking:
"Her heart is not in the highlands.
"You mean-something's gone
wrong"
"Oh, no." she said, still smiling
nothing like that. Her heart is II
the lowlands. You would consider
! Washington square to be in the low
lands, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, see," he said slowly. "Yol
mean she's thinking Of Leslie
"Who knows? 1t was venture OF
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 cam
be thinking Of me, you know. No one
ever thinks Of me when I'm out O.
| view. Out Of sight, out OF mind. No;
she's thinking of something a long
way on-or some one. if you choose te
have it that way"
She smiled upon him with half
closed, shadowy eyes. and shook hel
head. Then she arose.
Let US go in. Hetty is eager to see
you again"
They started up the terrace. His
face clouded.
81 have had a feeling all along thai
she'd rather not have this portrait
painted, Mrs. Wrandall. A queer sort
| q: 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 hae
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 soil
tude in which to concentrate all the
impressions she had made on his
fancy.)
The three Of them stood there for q
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 loveliness 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 ali instr
later to perplexity. Theslook 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, if you please, ma'am,
the first time"
81 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 on
Friday" said Mrs. Wrandall.
"By George!" thought Booth, as she
left them. 'I wonder If it can be Les
lie. If it is-well, he wouldn't be fat
tered if he could have seen the look In
her eyes.
Later on, he had no trouble in gath
ering that it was Leslie Wrandall who
called, but he was very much in the
dark as to the meaning Of that ex-
pressive look. He only knew that she
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.
Don't you think her voice is love-
ly?" she asked. Hetty had sung for
them.
81 dare say" he responded aDsently.
Give you my word, though, wasn't
thinking OF her voice. She is lovely"
He walked home as II 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 racking
his brain BY turns.
"By Jove!" he exclaimed aloud. "I
remember! I've got it! And tomor-
row I'll prove it,
Then he went to bed, with the storm
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, "I want
you to go to the city this morning and
fetch out all of the Studios you cen
find about the place. The old ones are
in that Italian hall seat and the late
ones are in the studio. Bring all of
them"
There's a divvil Of bunch of
thim," said Pat ruefully.
He was not to begin sketching the
figure until the following day. After
luncheon, however, he had an appoint