New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-05-24
A LITTLE THING AT VANS
By IMOGEN CLARK

was Immediately conscious that she had taken 10 every
detail Of his shabby Clothes his fringed cuffs Dds general
appearance Of i'll luck. She did not rrlsc him, how
ever but listened with an air of seeming interest, and
he went speak Of the more notable work OF art on
view in the gallery
"Tve just come from there he lied magnidcenty,
"and this can't hold candle to It. Some o.. our own
men are making fine showing inside .a9 There's a
good little thing called The Edge Of Cd. World For
the life Of me can't think who did IT, BIZ. I'D you
what-the man hast in hn-hcl prove some day
he His voice deserted him shameless
He stood gasping for agc-iong instant len turned
and fled. \ toutcr He had sunk 20 tla. NJ, crying
up others wares but Wanting his own WORKS nas'eung
It with praises. He could not seem .o g.. t enough
from the scene Of his degradation. Whether bis CONF
panion had gone within 20 inspect the hing,
whether she had read his pitfuI secret, a. ..n his
naked soul, he never knew. From t. e had
given Van Corlears gallery a wide berth. ugh be
could not so easily dismiss what ne hal d.a 30 ls
memory. Il was a cons. ant thorn IN DDS l. Nng
him with a self-loa,hng that colorcd many o.. moods
and seriously hampercd his advancement.
But with the dawning Of W. H. Pember, 20 his
horizon CarmOdy was another man, all 'la. .. ame
forgotten. The call OF the spring tha. uaer5 itself
felt in the soft droop Of the late February N ri ms
blood. Suddenly he sat cree, m hs chair thrilling with
the sense of discovery. The paper he held mean. ccape
He could shake off the fever and fret Of the city and get
out into the open, where hope beckoned. TIE check
which was for three hundred and fifty doar-, made
that possible There few debts % settle hrst;
but with the remainder he could 60 for q Do lay and
live as happy as a king. And he'd 10 II! H. .new the
very spot,-his heart flew % 1t straight 81 loming
pigeon, miles and miles away 20 the south Already
there was a rosy blur in the bushes along the rushing
stream a simmer Of green on hillside and valley and
new life everywhere He'd paint the spring coming
He'd show the tired old world the stuff youth made
of-and love-and dreams
A STEP outside in the hallway stopping a, a.5 door
brought him back 20 everyday conditions lie
slipped The letter with IT'S blessed ncosure into ms
pocket, and without leaving his place shouted o His
unseen visitor enter There no trembling DO bus
voice. Ii it a dun, he could meet 1t IN mos. aneN
pectcd fashion II II was ". II. Pcmberon. 'or M
stance he would know what % say II 1t was
Then the door opened slowly and Fraser came into The
room. He was a tall thin man. still in the thir'cs, 0aa
tired face and fast grazing hair. Dscouragomon, N"s
written in large letters his person. everything ao..,
him seemed slack and inert. In response 20 Carm.ay
hearty greeting he mumbcd few words as he took the
chair his host kicked Hospitality his way. The tNo men
had been fairly intimate at time but laterlv 1aI
dred apart. II had been months since they bad met
Sorry | haven't any 'baccy 20 offer you, Carnoiy
said in his big pleasant voice; ~but II YOU don mind
waiting I'll run down 20 the street and lay IN stock Z"
cigars Man. man. my ships IN port
\ dull red leapcd into Fras.rs face he leaned Tor