Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-05-18

Miss CA0eletOns oal0 the man. You
were dressing. II you please. ma'am.
the nrst time"
II will come" she interrupted sharp
", With . curious glance at Sara, who
for some reason avoided meeting
Booths casa
"Tell him We shall expect him on
Friday" said Mrs. Wrandall.
by George" thought Booth, as she
left them. II wonder II it can be Les
lie. II 1t is-well. he wouldn't be fat
tered II be could have seen the look In
her eyes.
Later on. he had no trouble in gath
ering that 1t 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 retoined 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.
II dare say" he responded absently
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. II
emember! 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, ~ want
you to 60 to the city this morning and
fetch out all Of the Studios you can
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"
ASIc q d u4VSA VI UOACu VI
thin," said Pat ruefully.
He was not to begin sketching the
figure until the following day. After
luncheon, however, he had an appoint
ment to inspect Hetty's wardrobe, os-
tensibly for the purpose Of picking out
a gown for the picture. AS matter
Of fact, he had decided the point to
In tiofo NJ ho iCh
She should pose for him in the dainty
white dress she had worn on that oc.
casion.
While they were going over the ex.
tensive assortment Of gowns, with
Sara AZ the judge from whom there
seemed to be no appeal. he casually
inquired If she had ever posed before.
He watched her closely as he put
the question. She was holding up a
beautiful point lace creation for his
inspection. and there was pleading
smile on her lips. It must have been
her favorite gown. The smile faded
away. The hand that dangled the gar
ment before his eyes suddenly be-
came motionless. as II paralyzed. In
the next instant. she recovered her
SELF. and, giving the lace quick allip
that sent its odor Of sachet leaping to
his nostrils, responded with perfect
composure.
Isn't there distinction between
posing for an artist. and citing for
ones Portrait" she asked.
He was silent. The fact that he did
mt resnond aaemeh tn diaturh her aft.
er q moment or two. She made the
common mistake of pressing the Ques
ton.
why do you ask" was her inquiry.
When # was too late she wished she
had not uttered the words. He had
caught the somewhat anxious note in
her voice.
I'VE always ask that I think" he
said. Its a habit"
"Oh," she said doubtfully.
"And by the way, you haven't an
swered."
She was busy with the gown for q
time. At last she looked him full in
the face.
That's true" she agreed; II haven't
answered, have 1? No. Mr.. Booth. I've
never posed for a portrait 1t is a
new experience for me. You will have
to contend with a great deal Of stupid
ity on my part. But shall try to be
plastic"
He uttered a polite protest, and
pursued the question no farther. Her
answer had been 80 palpably evasive