The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1914-11-13
CHAPTER III.

Of tea with lemon In It, shading on
TO the color Of a jam sandwich"
With a petulant little gesture, Iris
turned from the window out of which
she had been gazing at the slowly
darkening city.
you always spoil my best ideas!"
she said. why can't you reply SYM
pathetically? But you shall have tea.
Of course"
As she crossed over to seat herself
beside him, he noted the shade that
cfouded her eyes. She settled her
self In her corner of the sofa and he
leaned over. taking both her hands
In his.
you mustn't be Cross" he said. ten.
derby.
II think you owe 1t to me to be a
little more-more romantic! No!
That Is poor word to express my
meaning. A little more poetic! Why,
you don't even look like an artist any
morel"
Don't II" said he, slowly rising and
regarding himself in mirror opposite.
Iris" said he after a moment Of 81
lent inspection, must fellow really
have long hair In order to be good
painter, do you think?"
Don't be absurd" she answered;
TT Isn't that, Of course! But 1t Is
something deeper. something more i'm
portant, far. Why, If I did not see
the lovely things you do with your
brush, could not believe you were
an artist. You never give out your
temperament in any other way, and
am hungry for It."
For what?" he asked. "A lot of
silly talk about the color of your soul?
Lord grille, can't you learn to live
t0ose things instead of talking about
them? Can't you see that they lose
In value II expressed in any but the
highest way? One has to keep ones
mouth shut In order that all the
strength be left for ones hand"
And apply none of it to daily life?"
She cried.
live it; don't apply It," he an
swered dryly.
"One grows by expressionp she de-
clared; "by expression Of every sort.
My fathers friends, lots of the people
who come here, are living splendidly
inside themselves, and they give 1t
out, and consequently they are inter
esting. When I became engaged to
, you thought was going to find the
same sort of intercourse, only intensi-
fed. But you are not what / thought
you were, and my soul Is unsatisfied."
Look here, dearest" said he lightly,
don't go for me the first day you
= get home. It's long while-two en-
tire weeks-since we have been to-
gether, and here we go, off the handle.
first thing. Let's cut 1t out, and be
sweet to each other instead. Tell me
about the last couple of weeks. You're
not very satisfactory correspondent.
you know. What did you do at the
farmT
IT walked, and rode horseback, as
usual" she replied. There was time
for once for me to learn to know my
self; to commune with my inner
seriousness. l read Swinburne.
you know, think his aura must
been blue, like miner"
Sam Hill helped himself to a
jam sandwich before replying.
THAT must have been great;
cially the riding" he exclaimed.
that reminds me, Iris, there Is a
derful horse at the Winter ga
I'll take seats for tomorrow, II
say so. You'll like 1t, I'm sure. 2
are some bully acrobats, too"
With the air Of a tragedy c
Miss Vanderpool arose and eve
the center of the room, her gray
coiling about her feet like clou
smoke. Very young she looked,
quite like a child dressed up and
Ing play. But, to her own mind
was a woman hurt In her SEN
soul. Withal, she had a certain
nifty despite her youth. conseo
perhaps, on the position which
been hers since the death OF
mother she could scarcely RENE.
why, what on earth Is the mat
cried Hill, admiring her imme,
unspeakably.
Natter" she cried tragically;
ask me tnatT i tell you tnaI m.
II hungry-starved! and you
with an invitation to a music
Il 10 unthinkablei How can your
have no sympathy, no understar
hate you. Therel"
She turned from him abruptly.
'Trie!" he cried, springing tc
side and putting his arm about
you must not say such things
ally child. When leave my
want to play--just to play like
and trained horse amuse'
frankly and truly, Il do like It.
hardly ever laugh for sheer
ment. It's most neurotic, I'm
II II isn'tl"
I'm not . silly child" erie
holly. disengaging herself froi
embrace. I'm not neuroticI
soul IL torn"
"Oh. marry me right away, a.