Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1915-09-30

cheerlessness per -ued tee sonny niche
near the window. Bronson frettet
impatiently ut the girls delay. He
had intended to inquire today more
particularly into her manner of liv'
ing. His night had been troubled and
wakeful ut the thought of her bright
presence Drawing the struggle for ex
lstence. What sacrifice and deprivation
might she not be undergoing for a
dream of art which might be no more
than dream! This. Mt least. his own
knowledge could decide for her II she
would come. But the opposite chair
remained vacant.
"Mademoiselle comes not today" the
garrulOus waiter remarked. made
moiselle, the green manikin,' is abb
sent" ~.....
Bronson sat up with start.
"Mademoiselle who" he asked rath-
er sharply.
"She who dimes with you" the
waiter imperturbably replied. made
moiselle who is what you call 'manikin'
or model for the great mOdiste. Surely
monsieur, has heard Of the green man.
ikin from Franquetta's."
Yes. Bronson had heard, remembered
having seen the model pictured in
Franquetta's window, graceful figure
clad always in garments soft tinted as
the oceans foam. and the model was
his frank faced student-she Of the
tenement room. The two seemed IT.
reconcilable.
Abruptly be left his untasted meal:
satirical smile curled his lips. So his
sympathy had all been wasted, linz
posed upon. The green model of Fran.
quetta's was evidently in no need Of
pity.
For a moment he hesitated before
the glittering letters of the modiste's
sign. then passed into the miniature
theater. Before the parted curtain he
waited. watching tensely the girlish
figure framed in the cleaning lights.
Clad in bright green from shoulder to
satin heel stood the girl whose appeal
ing presence had SO deeply stirred his
heart.
Mechanically, automatically. like
some manikin in play. she moved
across the brilliant stage, displaying
to an admiring audience the beauties
of her costume. Bitterly the man
turned from her steady painted smile
to pass out again into the street. So
the struggling art student. the beloved
little student. had never been. Across
his very memory of her must ever
fash that crimson painted smile. He
frowned disapproval when next day
the girl herself slipped quietly into her
accustomed seat.
MAY ! tell you." she asked, "the
story Of a green model who, unlike
your difficult heroine. is not exactly
as she seems, not exactly common
place? Her story may even have heart
interest"
Wondering. he silently bowed his
head. The girl laughed TREMENDOUSLY.
Fame is an Elusive thing" she quot.
ed. Zone may more quickly find her
because of ones ability to wear GER
tain color than for the reward of tire
less years Of study. Over in America
my old father and my mother a1d the
sister who has always been sick wait
for success in art which was prophe-
sled surely for me. To this purpose
were carefully-oh, so carefully-hoard-
ed the savings Of years. This had also
been my fathers youthful dream-to
go abroad and perfect his own sketch
es, to achieve fame which critics prom
ised. Marriage and later cares had
forced this dream aside, but now 1t
was. to be fulfilled. .glOriously fulfilled,
In myself, the daughter.
"But that which had seemed an as
sured inherited talent at home became
here a doubtful promise, and at length
the savings were gone-all gone! Do
you see. them" she cried passionately,
"what l have been doing2 Deceiving
them all along; writing, as / fan
cied the glow on their faces, Of how
one sketch had been accepted, Of how
another hrnEGht tho check inclQsed.