Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1914-10-10
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Madonna, l beg that we talk of
something else than myself he con-
tinued These pictures of De Bush's
par example. You must go to them
He is wonderful as an interpreter
either of character or personality
Very well,'' said she, not looking at
him, for she was piqued at the purely
friendly unsentimental glance with
which he had returned her somewhat
languishing one.
How he avoided the PERSONAL 1t
seemed as though he feared it above
everything. and detecting the approach
of an intimate note, Changed the
theme at once.
4 have q curious sketch of Leigh's
with me- he said, changing tho sub
1ect determinedly; would you care to
see it?"
oh. yes, like that man Leigh-al-
though he never pays the slightest at
tention to me-nor indeed to any WON
an, for that matter. He looks as if he
could be intensely interesting If he
would only talk. But though | have
known him. en- PEASANT. for years, 1
never seem to get at him at ALL
You are certainly right in suppos~
ing him to be interesting" exclaimed
Pedro. his eyes lighting up at this ap-
probation of his friend HE is a man
among menI A great mind; a sincere
artist. One night not long ago we
were talking about form in music, and
he told me that he had caught nature
herself demonstrating their intimate
kinship. Listen-he saw the Pocantico
hills against the sunset. and suddenly
rod r., h -
lines were drawn behind them in a
given space Gas the foundations of
music score are DRAWN the outlines of
the hills against them would form a
melody where the extreme height and
depths of outline occurred. He made
a drawing of the hills, cut it out, laid
1t upon the five black lines, and behold
"a melody resulted, which he showed
me upon the piano. He afterward gave
me the drawing; it is in this pocket
think
He fumbled in the depths of the old
green coat. while Iris waited with
bated breath.
How good he was to look at: a
trife slight. possibly; but what won
derful hair he had, that curled a little.
All, he had found the paperI
Together they were leaning over 1t
as he spread it upon the tablecloth,
when a sharp exclamation from across
the room caused them to look up
hastily. In the doorway stood Reginald
Vanderpool, his aristocratic clean
shaven face for the instant blanched,
his eyes fixed upon Pedro as though
in fascinated unbelief. Iris covered
the odd situation quickly.
''Signor Pedro" she said, this is
my father
On the moment the mans face be
came impassive, and with courteous
grace he advanced to greet the guest
at his table
Are you the painter of whom the
morning paper speaks? ?" he inquired OF
Pedro, Pardon my not knowing
I suppose l am, replied Pedro
composedly.
All! / shall be interested in seeing
your work." said VanderpooI. But his
tone was perfunctory, except for q
note of what might have been disap
pointment After athis he spoke very
little, but whenever the conversation
between his daughter and Pedro be
came most animated he would steal g
covert look at the youth-a look full
of interest and something else, too
which would have been difficult for ar
observer to define.
servant. entering with a note
caused a diversion. and as he put the
envelope into his pocket, Vanderpoo
arose. although he had scarcely eater
anything
Sorry. but / must run along" ht
said, and went out as abruptly as ht
had come.
Iris suggested the gray room. and
they climbed the stair to it and sa
themselves upon the sofa where Hill
and she had quarreled- But no ghos
OF q former love haunted her now. In
stead, her infatuation for Pedro burned
higher every moment She must FIND
some method of attaching him and o
assuring their meeting frequently, 8.
thst she might have opportunity grad