The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-08-28

At the bungalow I called Ching. and
we set out with Il supply OF salt. King
Cole Comment by C.4K.: Probably a
dead black horse, was coy for a time
before he Surcumbrd to temptation.
On my return ! foUnd my visitor In
the studio. She had said that she
knew a little about pictures. She
knew more than a little a good deal.
in fact-and talked most i~ntelligently
about them. | don't say this simplv
because she tried before she went 10
buy some Of mine. When | declined
to sell she seemed put out.
But surely these prints Of yours
aren't the work Of an amateur" she
said. You sell?"
"Oh. yes. | SELL when l can. But
don't sell without a good bit Of bar
gaining. particularly when l suspect
my purchaser Of wishing to make
amends by a purchase"
1T isn't that at ALL" she said earn
estly. Il want the pictures for them
selves"
Call this a preliminary. then. and
come back when you have more time"
She shook her head. and there was
a shadow over the brightness Of her
face. Pm afraid not" she said.
But | have enjoyed talking again
with some one who knows and loves
the best in art. After ALL" she added
with a note OF determination. almost
Of defiance. there Is no reason why |
shouldn't some time"
Then l nay look for you again. I
asked.
She nodded as she moved out across
the porch. III you'!l promise to sell
me any print | may choose. Goodby.
and thank you so much. MI. Sedg-
wick!'
She held out her hand. 1t was a
hand for sculptor to model. as beauti-
full and full Of character rs her face.
Comment by G. f.: BoshL After
ward | remembered that never again
in our friendship did | e it ungloved.
Comment by q. K: "Bosh" retracted.
Some observation that3
"Au revOir. then l said. But you.
have the advantage Of me. you see.
don't know what to call you at all"
She hesitated. then. with a little soft
culver Of her eyelids. which | after
ward learned to identify as an evil
dence Of amusement. said: 'Daw is a
nice name. don't you think?' Com
ment by G. K: False name. of course,
but highly probable first name is Mar
jorie.| by the way. what time is it,"
'Quarter to 5. Miss Daw."
She smiled at the name. king Cole
will have to do his best if | am to be
back for dinner. Goodby." Comment
by G. X: Good. The place where she
is staying is a good way off, assuming
a 7:3O dinner hour. Say twelve to tif-
teen miles,,
That was the first of many visits. OF
days that grew in radiance for me. 1t
isn't necessary for me to tell you. Kent.
how in our talks l came to divine in
her a spirit as wistful and pure as her
face. You do not want a love story
from me. yet that is what lit was for
me almost from the first; not openly.
though. There was that about her
which held me- at arms length-the
mystery of her. her quickly given trust
in me. a certain strained OOk that
came into her face. like the startled
attention Of a wild thing poised for
flight. whenever l touched upon the
personal note. Not that l yer ques-
toned her.
After her first visit she did not ride
on her horse. but came across lots and
through the side hedge. swinging down
the hillside yOnder with her light dip
ping stride that always recalled to me
the swOOp Of a swallow. her gloved
hands usually holding Il slender stick.
All those sketches that you saw were
but studies for q more serious attempt
to catch and tx her personality. Com
ment by G. K: Couldn't he have given
me in two words her height and ap-
proximate weightN l did it in pastel.
and If ! missed something of her ten
der and changeful coloring l at least
caught the ineffable w%istfulness Of her
expression-the look Of one hoping
against hope for an uncOnfessed hap
piness. Probably l had put more Of
myself into it than l had meant. A
man is likely to when be paints with
his heart as we'll as his brain and
hand. When it was done | made a
little frame for it and lettered on the
frame this line:
And her eyes dreamed against a
distant goal"
1t was the next day that she read
the line. l saw the color die from her
face and food back again.
why did you SET that line there?''
she breathed. her eyes fixed on me
with a strange expression. Comment
by c. K: Rossetti again. The dead
woman Of the beach quoted THE
House of Life" alsO.b
why not|" ! asked. 1T seems to
express something in you which have
tried to elnbody in the picture. Don't
you like it,"
She repeated the line softly. making
pure music Of it. II love it," she said.
At that | spoke as it is given to a
ma to speak to Oma in the
world when hu has fn,Ind hor Sho