The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-07-14
CHAPTER v.

Suddenly she sat up and looked
round toward the Office. She was
keenly alive again, Immediately. If love
made her stupid and sluggish, hate
could revive her Rosamund Gale!
The sight of her stung Flodie like a
whip Here she was again, now, of
all times, when everything was askew,
Rosamund Gale, the professional
model, Rosamund the beautiful, Rosa
mund the arrogant, the spoiled! Flo
die disliked her, from her hair to her
heels, disliked her name, her man
ners, her reputation, and, most OF all,
her photographs. Hall Bonistelle used
: her often for his commercial pictures
which he sold for advertisements, for
magazine covers, for art supplements.
Spring "-Miss Gale in damp cheese
cloth with apple blossoms; 1.-THE Suf-
ragette''-Miss Gale in tailormade suit,
gesticulating; and so on-Flodie al
ways slapped the prints angrily with
an irritated "Choo!" before she put
them away. Sac would have been glad
to slap Rosamund. Hall posed her, ar
ranged draperies, touched her hair,
moved her hands-all exquisite agony
for Flodie.
"Say, where's HALF" Rosamund
made a picture of herself In the door
way Golden fair, highly colored, pic
turesque, even voluptuous, always in
striking original costumes daringly
artistic Rosamund, with all her
dimples, her curls, her lines" and
her strange colors let Flodie have the
full disconcerting effect of her beauty.
She had the air of one who is quite
used to being stared at and admired.
FIodie rose, her face set. "Mr.
Bonistelle is busy, Miss Gale" she
said, and walked toward the Office, as
if to brush the visitor back.
Rosamund, however, would recog-
nize no mere menial she swept into
the studio as if she owned the place.
"All right, I'll hang round while till
he's free. Say, Miss Fisher, fish me
out couple of those last poses, will
you? l want to give one to gentle
man friend Here-take this boa out
there and hang it up, while you're go
ing, d'you mind?"
"Oh, certainly" said Flodie, took
the boa and-an apparent accident
dropped it. Rosamund made an angry
gesture. ooh, pardon me, I'm SO care
less" said Flodie. Then carrying it
artfully, so that full foot of it
dragged along the floor, she marched
out of the studio, chin up.
Rosamund looked about for ciga-
rette, and found box on tabouret.
"Oh, Miss Fisher!" she sang, bring
me a match, will your" Then she
yawned, and threw herself lazily on
the couch. She began to whistle.
Flodie, returning, noticed that Rosa
mund showed too much silk stocking,
also that one stocking had begun to
run" She noticed that Rosamund's
shirtwaist was not quite fresh, noticed
that her nails, though highly polished
were not ely-well-chaste
One heel was bit run over; her
moonstone ring needed cleaning; lace,
part real and part imitation; eyebrows
heightened a little with the pencil;
tiny rip in her glove. There was moth
ing an ordinary man would have seen,
nothing that would have hurt, for him,
the whole effect, even had he seen it;
but Flodie saw and damned and said
no word.
Here are the matches, Miss Gale.
I'll look up the prints this afternoon,
when I have more time"
ooh, thanks. Have cig?" Rosa s
mund held them up impertinently $
ooh, don't you smoker" Very sarcas- +
tic was Rosamunds tone. "No, you +
don't look it, exactly" She laughed '
easily, confident Of her own superior y
appearance.
Flodie's lips grew white; it would '
not take much more to make her cry. q
"Oh, I'd hardly expect you to under q
stand" she managed to say, and