Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-12-04
Euening Story
JUDY or REST AWHILE.
BY lzola Forester.
Copyright, 1915, by Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.)

/ Judy" .....
! Celia listened before she turned
down into the pine woods after the
runaway. Over In the pasture the
cows lifted their heads to watch her
calmly. Overhead in the clear blue
sky above the pines crow rose and
Knocked her as it few back toward the
farm house.
Mother says for you to come right
straight back home now" she called
again. There was no response from
the pines. shes all ready to go,
Judy" this al kind of bait. you
might as we'll come"
She hesitated minute, climbed the
rail fence and, started into the thicket
of tall ferns and brush tangle, but
back in the pasture there came re-
straining voice Judy perched high
In the big chestnut tree, safe from pur-
suit.
Did you want me, Cela?" she asked
mildly. I'm over here getting some
nuts. The frost didn't hardly open any
at all last night. Want some?"
Celia shook her head, wrapped her
hands In her apron and started for the
house whose white chimney just show
you'll catch it when you come"
she sent back az parting shot.
Judy waited until she was out of
sight before she dropped from her
perch. She was nineteen, Judy Of Rest
Awhile farm, brown haired, brown
eyed, freckled, slender and graceful as
q silver birch, with all the obstinacy
and pertinacity Of the Gregorys con-
centrated in her general makeup. Celia
was easy going. pliable, quick to shirk
responsibility, but willing to follow un
der direction. She was over twenty.
Sometimes Judy used to look at her
and marvel how even romance had
come to her in disguise. She had al
ways kept company with Rondy Phil
lips. son Of the timber man, and
would be married in the spring as soon
as Rondy's father had found time to
cut the lumber for their house and
help build it. And Celia was content
to wait and do most of the work at the
farm.
Just the minute her faxen braids
disappeared over the hilltop, Judy ran
up the worn COW path to the fringe OF
brentwood and slipped into it, bound
for the sculptor's house. Ever since
early summer it had been the house
of wonder to her, the place where
beauty was real tangible thing, not
vague idea. First she had been sent
with eggs and butter and fresh milk to
him. His mother even was different
from any other mothers she had ever
known She was pretty and gracious,
with a soft laugh and youthful way
with her. One day she had led Judy
down the lane to the studio he had
made Of an old woodshed. Here she
had seen him first, working among his
beautiful silent figures and after the
first few visits he had asked her to let
him use her hands for his statute Of
Diana Holding Young Fawn.'
you have perfect hands, Judith" he
told her in his absentminded, imper-
sonal way. "You must let me make
cast Of them"
Judy nodded Understandings. She
had always admired her hands.
IT like to kneel down by the brook
and put them in the water where the
sun shines on them and watch how
pretty they look with the water bub-
bling over Them she had told him.
"I don't think it's wrong to like them
mySeI, 10 you! u0 TcoI VI luo UO0S
not match them, you see.'
Then Whitney had looked at her for
the first, time, really looked at her
slowly, deliberately, with artistic ap-
prevail.
II think you're all right" he had
said. I'D like to use your head for
my Thetis. It has all of her elusive
challenge"
Judy had asked Celia thtt night If
she had even heard Of Thetis, but
Celia had not. In among the old high
school books was an old work on my
thology, and here Judy read Of the
elusive lady and her pursuing, change
able wooer, and it delighted her heart.
Wooers should pursue, she believed,
and should be given hard chase, not
just come along some day when they
felt like it and tell ones mother they
were willing to marry you the way
Hale Tuttle was doing that very after
noon. 1t had been such wonderful
summer and autumn posing for Thetis'
head and Diana's hands and some
Egyptian girl who stood among lotus
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