The Forrest City times., 1914-05-01

He stopped short. and the sentence
 was never finished, although she wait
 ed for him to complete 1t before re
 marking:
 Her heart is not in the highlands. /"
 You mean-something's gone wrong"
 "Oh. mo-" she said, still smiling; nothing like that. Her heart is in the lowlands You would consider Washington square to be in the low lands. wouldn't you?"
 "Oh. see, he said slowly, You mean she's thinking of Leslie
 Who knows? It was 8 venture on my part, that's all, She may be think l ing of you. MT. Booth"
 Or some chap in old England, that's more like it." he retorted She cant be thinking of me, you know No one ever thinks of me when I'm out of view. Out Of sight, out of mind. No; she's thinking of something a long way of-or some one, If you choose to l have it that way"
 She smiled upon him with half l closed, shadowy eyes. and shook her 1 head. Then she arose
 Let us go in. Hetty Is eager to see you again
 They started up the terrace His 1 face clouded
 T have had feeling all along that | she'd rather not have this portrait painted. Mrs Wrandal. A queer sort of 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 had just been turned on by the butler. The l girl stood In the path of the light. Booth was never to forget the loveli- ness of her In that moment. He car ried the image with him on the long walk home through the black night. l (He declined Sara's offer to send him over in the car for the very reason that he wanted the half-hour of soli- tude in which to concentrate all the impressions she had made on his fancyD
 The three of them stood there for a 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 rveled 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,
 a condition which gave way an instant
 later to perplexity, The look 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" T 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. T wonder if It can be Les. lie If 1t is-well, he wouldn't be fiat. tered if he 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 rejoined them with a brief apology
 for keeping them waiting
 He left at ten-thirty. saying good 3 night 10 them on the terrace. Sara I walked to the steps with him a Don't you think her voice Is love F ly2" she asked. Hetty had sung for a them
 ,. T dare say" he responded absently 4 Give you my word, though, l wasn't I thinking of her voice. She is lovely | He walked home as if in a dream |. The spell was on him. n Far in the night, he started up from Q the easy chair in which he had been ! smoking and dreaming and rackine t his brain by turns n By Jove, he exclaimed aloud. 'l g remember. I've got 1t! And tomor + row I'll prove it." Then he went to bed, with the storm 9 from the sea pounding about the
 house and slept serenely until Pa '- and Mary wondered whether he mean }, 10 get up at all ' Pat, said he at breakfast, q wan 2 you 10 go to the city this morning anc D fetch out all of the Studios you car
 find about the place. The old ones art Q in that Italian hall seat and the lat, ones are in the studio Bring all o
 them"
 z There's a dlvvil of bunch O