Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1915-10-16

ideal-and l could not find a model
who would fill that part. So | yelled
the face and decided that | must
wait"
How strange!" murmured Sylvia
thoughtfully. And have you never
yet found a model for Fate's other
face?"
Not until this morning"
"Ah, and when it is painted 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 1t
would be presumptous of me to in
quire of her."
There was no mistaking his mean.
ing. Sylvia blushed holly, but her
| tone was quite cool.
do you mean me, Mr.. Palmer?"
"Yes," he said frankly.
you really believe that | could
come near your-your ideal for Fate's
other face?" asked Sylvia incredulous-
| ly.
Eyes, If you would be SO condo.
scending," he said eagerly. at would be
an inspiration. you know If you
would pose for me, my sister, Mrs.
Packard, will call upon you and make
| arrangements"
Il 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 doomed like some great pink
| full blown rose in that shabby ex-
terror. Mr.. Palmer's sister was very
| plump, we'll 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.
Its happy coincidence" she said,
her round pink face aglow with
sympathy. Here is poor August mop
ing because he can't find 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 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 had automobile 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.
1t was like being in a romance
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.
Packard's 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 Fates other facet"
laughed Mrs. Packard, as she sank
into a comfortable chair.
Then began one of the most de-
lightful periods of Sylvia's existence.
To stand and watch, starry-eyed, Pal
mers 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 secretarial posi-
ton for Sylvia with 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 we'll as August
Palmer.
Perhaps Mrs. Packard recognized
that her brother had fallen in love
with the lovely model for Fates other
face, for she spared no pains to bring
the young people together, and when