Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-09-11


face?"
Not until this morning"
"Ah, and when IL is painted l shall
come here and see it, said the girl.
"Oh. hope you will hurry" she
added impulsively.
The painter laughed rather rueful-
ly.
Il have found the ideal face for my
picture but am afraid that the young
lady would not consent to pose for
me-you see, saw her quite by
chance in the gallery here, and it
would be presumptous of me to in
quire Of her"
There was no mistaking his mean
ing. Sylvia blushed hotly, but her
tone was quite cool.
do you mean me, Mr.. Palmer?"
Yes he said frankly.
you really believe that l could
come near your--your ideal for Fates
other face?" asked Sylvia incredulous-
ly.
Eyes, if you would be so conde-
scending," he said eagerly 1T would be
an inspiration, you know If you
would pose for me, my sister. Mrs.
Packard. will call upon you and make
arrangements"
4 will come" decided Sylvia, and
August Everett Palmer noted ner
name, and address in a little book.
Then he lifted his hat and went away
Sylvia spent another hour in the
gallery, then she returned to the hall
bedroom to freshen her best blouse
in order to meet her expected caller.
Mrs. Packard came the next morn
ing. Sylvia, receiving her in the
chilly boarding house parlor, thought
she bloomed like some great pink
full blown rose in that shabby ex
terror. Mr.. Palmer's sister vas very
plump, well gowned, and of charming
manners. Sylvia liked her at once
and when she had told her simple
story Mrs. Parkard's brown eyes
filled with tears and she patted the
girls slender hand.
It's happy coincidence" she said,
her round pink face aglow with
sympathy. Here is poor August mop
ing because he cant find a suitable
model to whom he can pay two dol
lars an hour and here you are! Now
can you come tomorrow morning at
ten?"
Sylvia could and would, and she
peeped through the parlor blinds and
saw Mr. Packard enter a handsome
limousine and vanish.
At supper that night the gorgon-
eyed landlady passed the baked beans
twice to Sylvia and the plated silver
basket of ginger cookies came her
way three times instead of the Gus
tomary once.
Gee, wish l had autermobile com
pany!" giggled Miss Nefus, the little
German milliner
Sylvia blushed and forgot to eat
her cake She was quite happy at the
prospect of the morrow.
It was like being in a romance
q story book heroine might have had
such an adventure as hers. She was
afraid that she would awake in the
morning and find it a dream.
But there was proof with the sight
of Mrs. Packard's card on her bureau
Promptly at ten o'clock a smartly
attired maid ushered Sylvia into Mrs.
Packards drawing-room. That good
natured matron painted up three long
flights of stairs and admitted Sylvia
to August Palmer's studio, luxurious
room on the roof of the uptown man
sion
Here is Fate's other facet"
laughed Mrs. Packard, as she sank
into a comfortable chair.
Then began one of the most de-
lightful periods of Sylvias existence.
To stand and watch. starry-eted, Pal
mer's deft fingers as they transferred
her face to canvas was a pleasure
To feel once more independent as she
went home each day with four dol
lars in her pocket. The little bead
purse grew plethorically fat in those
days; the landlady forgot to frown
upon her; and there was the vision
of new cloth suit that she coveted.
At last the sittings were over, and
Mrs. Packard found a secretarial posi-
ton for Sylvia with a society friend
who was overburdened with cores
pondence and kindred cares. She
went to live in the home of her new
employer. and here she occasionally
saw Mrs Packard as well as August
Palmer.
Perhaps Mrs. Packard recognized
that her brother had fallen in love
with the lovely model for Fate's other
face, for ehe spared no pains to bring
the young people together, and when
August had put the important CUES
ton to Sylvia, and had received Syl-
Was shy, happy answer, it was Mrs.
Packard who embodied both of them
in a generous sisterly embrace.
Later. when August told Sylvia that
the completed picture was to be
placed on view the next day. she
Dressad her glou-ing face a cafusf fhe