The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1914-10-01

| soiourn in the little oId-fashioned viii
| lage, Winifred Bowers appeared among
| her town friends. Wondering comments
| and compliments greeted her from all
sides
How did you manage It-after such a
strenuous season." asked one OF her in
| innate friends. You're looking as fresh
as the proverbiaI daisy. while the rest
of us are positively faded and will have
to rest up before the winter festivities
begin
81 feel equal to anything" laughed
Winifred. And, by the way. here are
tickets fer a Photographic exhibit A
friend Of Jack's-a Mr.. Card. rrom Phila-
deIphia, is the star artist You know
Jacks a camera hend. and he's also
a member Of the society. so I'll have to
take this in
You mean the Institute gallery? Why
everybody's going. Let's drop in this
afternoon"
The two young women appeared at the
Photographic exhibit together. From
the first. winifred was uneasily con-
scious OF something strange in the at
titude of her friends They would greet
her: look at her with varying degrees
Of suspicion or amusement, and express
themselves in mystifying terms.
Never tScught OF you as rustic
type" remarked one.
why is Dunstan Card the only fav-
ored One?" inquired a youth smiling re-
provingly.
What does he mean" demanded Win
fired. with displeased bewilderment
written on her piquant face. Il don't
even know Dunstan Card
They passed into the alcove where
Of snapshot pictures. A group of &C
quRintances were halted before the gem
of the collection and each one eyed Wini-
fred curiously as she approached That
young woman followed the trail OF their
shifting glances; and. as her eyes fell
upon a picture that was stamped with
a disturbing familiarity. the hot bushes
dyed her cheeks. There was a young
girl with outstretChed arms and hair
tossed to the breeze. Her supple form
showed gracefully against the back
ground of sea and sky. and her features
were radiantly distinct in the morning
sunshine. title was given-"A Water
Witch Of Cchasset.' and beneath in
smaller letters was further explanation,
a Native Type"
For a moment winifred stood trans
fixed before the beuaying photograph:
then she wheeled about on determined
dark eyes swapping with anger. Where
is Mr.. Dunstan Caird?" she demanded.
The next instant. the artist was ar
rested at the head of the stairway by
whirIwind vision. A feminine voice was
challenging him. Even in that moment,
Winifred saw that the man had the ap-
pearance OF a gentleman and was in fact,
puzzled at her attack.
81 am Miss Bowers. You have my pic
4 l..
a laughing stock OF me-"
why, IL never" began the artist
but winifred flashed out anew.
1T is my picture. I remember that
day well. You must have been spying
somewhere around. It must be removed
at once, Mr.. Card"
"Oh. my Cohasset picture" said Dun
stan Card, thoughtfuIly. Il beg your
pardon. Miss Bowers. 1 recognize you
now. But 1 thought I was snapping-er
we'll"
"A native typer' reminded winifred. !
Her vexation was subsiding beneath the
courtesy and the evident chagrin Of the
good-looking offender. ole. in turn. gazed
long at her. and a slow smile broke over
his counterance. This handsome. stylish
young woman could never be mistaken
for a rural belle.
The picture shall come down at once"
ne. declared. 4 cannot tel YOU hON
sorry l am for my blunder. But don't
think me impertincnt. Miss Bowers. An
artist of the camera is apt to make per-
manent any scene that pleases him.
shall give this picture and the plate as
well into your own hands"
1t was an appeased and demure young
woman who received her Cousin Jack l
and his friend, Mr.. Card, OF Philadel-
phia, that evening. The artist had /
brought with him a small, square pack I
age, which he placed in Winifred's hands
with a low. humble bow.
1.-The Water Witch OF Cohasset," he ex-
planned meekly. Am l forgiven"
Three months later brunette young I
woman. smartly dressed in broadcloth !
and furs, posed. before the camera Of an |
artist from Philadelphia.
This is for my private collection" re-