Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-02-27
THREE IN ONE.
BY Dorothy pouqIas.

copyright, 1914, by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.)
lt was at a private salon that Everly
saw the picture to which he lost his heart.
He had been drinking a cup of tea from
the samovar IN the teakwood table when
mis- rowing eyes lit upon the painting.
The old samovar, the table, in fact, all
the exquisite bits of furnishing in the
erly.
He set his cup of tea down and went
nearer to the big canvas.
.Whew!' he drew a Ions breath of adj
mlratlon. Il never saw so much beauty
in all my life he commented inwardly.
Certainly the girl Of the canvas de-
served his most ardent regard. Her eyes
ooked down at him like those of a deer,
wide and brown. and luminous; the soft
mass of hair nothing so much
as new-mown hay on which the ray of a
setting sun fingered.
EVERY caught his breath as his eyes
travelled down the ivory neck and arms.
Surely there was no duplicate pair of slim.
warm hands with their tapering tips and
pink nails.
The canvas was called "The Soul" The
impression conveyed was certainly spirit
marked degree a spiritual person he
longed with a very human longing to
meet the girl in the flesh.
Upon closer examination he learned
that the picture had won an academy
prize and that Dean Rowland had painted
T1dU EVERY Dcpn a0yUElnS OF n 30
hemian he would have been aware that
Dean Rowland was even then i'm the stu
dio-an artist beloved of all Bohemia.
He went with characteristic directness
to his hostess.
81 want very much to know who posed
for that picture?" he said indicating the
well-hung canvas.
His hostess. a little sculptor of no mean
repute, laughed.
IAN of my masculine visitors nave the
same DESIRE she told him., land / al
yyoNrC yNn & .hnv, nSyns 4 {ha opf{ct N ~
Rowland. Come she said, plotting him
through the throng of tea drinkers, II
will introduce you."
Everly found himself shaking hands
with a mouse-like. dainty woman. whose
charm radiated her entire vicinity. She
seemed to be all drab colored at first
her eyes We're deep. rich blue, that her
lips We're scarlet, and her hair had pecu-
liar little bronze glints in 1T. All of these
colors appeared as if they had been hid
ing
al know Just what you are going to
ask she told Everly with a rare smile.
You want to meet my model for The
Soul. Is it not SOP"
Everly laughed with wholesome candor.
II SURELY do" he admitted.
Dean R%owland's eyes h held a peculia n
lnockery in them vet Everly could not
credit the famous artist with deliberate
intent to ridicule.
.If you are free one evening this week
Il think i can arrange a meeting she
told him. Out she added quickly. you
are not to he disappointed. Promise me
that YOU will meet disappointment brave
ly-should the occasion arise" There was
LAUGHTER on her lips and EVERY spoke as
lightly as he could for a sudden sense of
gravity had overtaken him.
II will overlook all flaws he told her.
at is as much the girls soul that has
called me as it is her beauty he added
in a manner half timorouS because OF the
oddity of his sensations.
A half sigh escaped Dean Rowlands
20 struggled desperately with he soul
in that picture. I am glad you feel its
influence" She turned to greet a new
xSner. Before she went to :ningle again
patiently beside her. she made her engage
inent with Everly for the following eve
ming at her studio.
He spent a weary day waiting for the
ner that he might nave a long evening
with the object of his thoughts.
The studio was lighted softly. Beauty
and comfort lurked in every corner of the
artists home. Everly fell to wondering
why Bohemians alone seemed gifted with
that wonderful sense of emotion. The
emotions seemed ever to rest in complete
satisfaction in the home of the arts.
He looked up to grasp the warm, slen-
der fingers of his hostess. There was an
Everly into far off India. He discovered
later that the scant was jasmine.
He had scarcely greeted her when three
very charming women entered from the
adjoining room.
EVERY was introduced to each in turn
and an indefnable likeness to someone
struck him in Zach one Of them.
other guests arrived and Everly was on
the alert for the appearance of the girl
OF the portrait. Unconsciousiy his eyes
had focused themselves on the head OF
one of the three handsome women whom
he had met. The hair was tawny. like new
mown hay. Everly's pulse quickeEed.
surely that was the hair Of the portrait.
He looked into her axes- They were small