The bee. (Earlington, Ky.) 1889-19??, 1914-07-28

wickr' A I
She held out her hand 1t was a
hand for sculptor to model. as beauti-
full and full OF character as her face.
Comment by c. X: BoshD After
ward I remembered that never again
in our friendship did see II ungloved.
Comment by q. *: "Bosh" retracted,
Some observation thatD
eau revoir. then" said. But you
have the advantage Of me. you see. ]
don't know what to call you at all"
She hesitated. then, with little soft
culver OF her eyelids. which i after
ward learned to identify as an evil
dence OF amusement, said: "Daw is a
nice name, don't you thinkT' Com.
ment by O. X: False name. OF course.
but highly probable first name is Mar
jorie.) by the wal, what time is it?'
"Quarter 10 5, Miss Daw."
She smiled at the name. king Cole
viii have to do his best IL l am to be
back for dinner. Goodby." Comment
by @. X: Good! The place where she
is staying is a good way or. assuming
a 7:30 dinner hour. Say twelve to ar
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 spirit as wistful and pure as her
face. You do not want a love story
from me- yet that is what IL 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 look 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 ever qucs-
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 swallow. her gloved
hands usually holding slender stick.
All thOcC ShGlCHtc tnul lOu saw NtAt
but studies for n more serious attempt
to catch and fix her personality. Com.
ment by G. X: Couldn't he have given
me in two words her height and ap-
proximate weight0 | did IL in pastel.
and II ! missed something of her ten
der and changeful coloring | at leas.
caught the ineffabe wistfulness OF her
expression-the look OF one hoping
against hope for an unconfessed hap
piness. Probably ! had put more OF
myself into it than | had meant. A
man is likely to when he paints with
his heart as well as his brain and
hand. When 1t was done 1 made a
little frame for 1t and lettered on the
frame this line:
"And her eyes dreamed against
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 therey'
she breathed, her eyes fixed on me
with a strange expression. Comment
by G. K: Rosseth again. The dead
woman Of the beach quoted The
House of Life" also.)
"Why not?" | asked 1T seems to
express something in you which have
tried to embody in the picture. Don't
you like itT"
She repeated the line softly, making
pure music of it. II love it." she said.
At that ! spoke as 1t is given to a
man to speak to one woman in the
world when he has found her. She
listened, with her eyes on the pic
tured face. But when l said to her.
You, who have all my heart, and
whose name. even, have motifs
there no word for me-" she rose and
threw out her hands in gesture that
sent chill through me.
"Oh, no. Nor she cried vehemently.
"Nothing-except goodby. Oh, why
did you speak?"
stood and watched her go. That
was five interminable days ago.
have not seen her since. / feel 1t is
her will that / shall never see her
again. And must. You understand.
Kent, you must find her.
forgot to tell you that when l was
sketching her asked II she could
bring something pink to wear, prefer
ably coral. She came the next time
with string of the most beautiful
rose topazes | have ever seen. set in a
most curious old gold design. 1t was
that necklace and none other that the
woman with the bundle wore, half
concealed, when she came here.
Today-it is yesterday really, since
/ am finishing this at 3 a. m.-themes-
senger boy brought me telegram. 1t
was from my love. II had been sent
from Boston and ii read:
Destroy the picture for my sake. 1t tells
too much OF both Of us.
The message was unsigned. / have
destroyed the picture. Help me.
f. s..
CHAPTER v.