The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1914-04-04

enduring favor. She imposed but one
condition: The picture was never 70
be exhibited. He met that. with bland
magnanimity. by proffering the canvas
TO Mrs Wrandall. as the subjects
"next best friend" TO shave and TO
hold so long as she might live.s free
gratis" with the artists compli
ments." and 80 on and so forth. In airy
good bumor. o
Leslies aid had been collected by
both Sara and the painter in the final
| effort TO overcome the girls objec
i tons. He was rather bored about II.
| but added his voice 10 the general
Glamour. With half an eye one could
see that he did not relish the idea OF
Hetty posing for days to the hand
some, agreeable painter Moreover. II
meant that Booth, who could AFFORD to
crafty his own ,whims, would be
obliged TO spend a month, or more IN
the neighborhood. SO that he could de-
vote himself almost entirely 10 the
contamination OF this particular under
taking. Moreover, it meant that vivi-
ans portrait was 10 be temporarily
disregarded. 93
Sara wrandall was quick to recog-'
nize the FIRST symptoms OF jealousy on
the part OF her brother-in-law., The
new idol of the Wrandalls was in love.
selfishly. insufferably in love as things
went with all the. Wrandalls. They
hated selashly. and so they loved Her
husband had been their king. But
their king was dead. long live the
king Leslie had put on the family
crown---a little jauntily, perhaps
cooked over the eye bit, so to speak
y but 1t was there just the same, an
noyingly plain to view. III m
Sara had tried to like him. He had
been her friend, the only one she could
claim among them all. And yet. be-
meath his genial allegiance, she could
detect the air OF condescension. the
bland attitude OF a superior who de-
tends another's cause for the reason
I that II gratifies Nero. She experienced
thrill of malicious JOY in contemplate
ing the fall OF Nero. He would bring
down hie house about his head, and
! there would be no Rome to pay the
( fddler, ba ~
ss
Brandon Booth took a small cottage
on the upper road, half way between
the village and the home OF Sara
WrandaIl, and not far from the abb
horred back gate" that swung in the
teeth of her connections by marriage.
He set up his establishment in half a
day and. being settled, betook himself
or TO dine with Sara and Hetty. All
his household cares, like the world.
rested snugly on the shoulders OF an
Atlas named Pat, than whom there
was no more faithful servitor In all
\ the earth, nor In the heavens, for that
matter, II we are to accept his own
estimate of himself In any event. he
was treasure. Booths house was al
: ways in order. Try as he would, he
couldn't get II out of order. Pats wife
saw TO that.
As he swung jauntily down the tree
lined road that led TO Sara's portals,
\ Booth was full OF the Joy of living,
Sara was at the bottom of the ter
race. moving among the flower beds in
the formal garden.
] At the soupd of his footsteps on the
gravel, Sara looked mp and instantly
smiled her welcome.
1T is so nice to see you again." she
said, giving him her hand
my hearts in the highlands. he
quoted, waving vague tribute to the
heavens. And it's nice of you to see
me-" he added gracefully. Then he
pointed up the terrace. isn't she a
picture? Cad. it's lovely-the whole
effect. That picture against the sky
He stopped short, and the sentence
was never finished. although she wait
ed for him 70 complete It before re-
marking;
Her heart is not In the highlands"
You something's gone
wrong.
"Oh! no. 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 your"
"Oh, see," he said slowly. you
mean she's thinking OF Leslie
Who knows7 II was venture on
my part. that's all. She may be think
ing OF you, Mr. Boothg' IN
"Or some chap in old England, that's
more like H." he retorted rShe can't
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 off-or some one, II you choose TO
have Il that way" fft
She smiled upon him with half
closed. shadowy eyes. and shook her
head. Then she arose.
Let us go in. Hetty is eager to see
J you again"
} They started up the terrace. HE
face clouded.
, II have had feeling all along that
, she'd rather not have this portrait
} painted, Mrs. Wrandall. A queer sort