The public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1913-1968, 1914-05-16
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They started up the terrace. His
face clouded.
81 have had a feeling all along that
she'd rather not have this portrait
painted, Mrs. Wrandall. 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
girl stood in the path of the light.
Booth was never to forget the lowell
ness OF her in that moment. He car
ried the image with him on the long
walk home through the black night
Gle declined Sara's offer to send him
over in the car for the very reason
that he wanted the half-hour of soil
tude in which to concentrate all the
impressions she had made on his
fancy.)
The three of them stood there for
few minutes, awaiting the buffers an
nouncement. Sara's arm was about
Hetty's shoulders. He was 30 taken
up with the picture they presented
that he scarcely heard their light chat
ter. They we're types of loneliness 80
full OF contrast that he marveled at
the power Of nature to create women
In the same mold and yet to model SO
differently.
AS they entered the vestibule,
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
we're dressing, If you please, ma'am,
the first time"
Il will come" she interrupted sharp
ly, with 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. II wonder IL it can be Les
lie. II it is-well. he wouldn't be fat
tered II 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-
presslve 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 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.
Il dare say" he responded absently.
GIVE you my word, though, wasn't
thinking of her voice. She Is lovely"
He walked home as if in dream.
The spell was on him.
Far in the night, he started ny from
the easy chair In which he had been
smoking and dreaming and rasking
his brain by turns.
by Jove!" he exclaimed aloud. 81
remember! I've got it, And tosor-
row I'll prove IT,"
Then he went to bed, with the sto$m
from the sea pounding about the
house, and slept serenely until Put
and Mary wondered whether he meant
to get up at all.
Pat" said he at breakfast, 81 want
you to go 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"
There's a divvil Of a bunch of
thim,' said Pat ruefully.
He was not to begin sketching the
figure until the following day. After
luncheon, however. he had an appoint