The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-10-04

absent from her place at the restaurant |
table. An atmosphere of unaccountable
cheerlessness pervaded the sunny niche
near the window. Bronson fretted
impatiently at the girls delay. He
had intended to inquire today more
particularly into her manner Of liv-
ing. His night had been troubled and
wakeful at the thought Of her bright
presence, Drawing the struggle for ex-
istence. What sacrifice and deprivation
might she not be undergoing for q
dream of art which might be no more
than a dream! This, ut least. his own
knowledge could decide for her If she
would come. But the opposite chair
remained vacant.
"Mademoiselle comes not today" the
garrulous waiter remarked. made
moiselle. the green manikin.' Is alb
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
| ~ hn - ha
tenement room. The two seemed IT.
reconcilable.
Abruptly he left his untasted meal; a
satirical smile curled his lips. So his
sympathy had all been wasted. i'm
posed upon. The green model of Fran
quetta's was evidently in no need of
pity.
II For moment he hesitated before
, the glittering letters Of the mOdiste 5
sign, then passed into the miniature
theater. Before the parted curtain he
, waited. watching tensely the girlisf
t figure framed in the cleaning lights
RI Clad in bright green from shoulder ts
satin heel stood the girl whose appeal
ing presence had so deeply stirred hi'
!! heart.
FL Mechanically, automatically, lik'
5 some manikin in a play. she mOvet
across the brilliant stage. displaying
to an admiring audience the beauties
e of her costume. Bitterly the maj
/: turned from her steady painted smil,
to pass out again into the street. s.
the struggling art student, the believes
little student. had never been. Acros
his very memory Of her must eve
fash that crimson painted smile. n
% frowned disapproval when next da
the girl herself slipped quietly into he
accustomed seat.
MAY tell you" she asked, 18th
story Of green model who, unlik
=. your difficult heroine. is not exactl
as she seems. not exactly common
Z. place? Her story may even have hear
j" interest"
ID Wondering. he silently bowed hi
" head. The girl laughed TREMENDOUSLY
Fame Is an Elusive thing" she quo
y. ed. Zone may more quickly find b,
10 because Of ones ability to wear a &c
tain color than for the reward of tir
W less years OF study. Over in AmeriC
my old father and my mother and Il
sister who has always been sick wa
e for success in art which was proph
sled surely for me- To this purpO.
le were carefully-Oh. SO carefully-hoar
IL ed the savings of years. This had al.
&c been my fathers youthful dream
l ahrnod MI x,ly 20
le es. to achieve fame which critics prof
IS. Used. Marriage and later cares h;
Of forced this dream aside, bat now
ed was to be fulfilled. gloriously futile
rs in myself. the daughter.
*. but that which had seemed an a
Sc sured inherited talent at home BEGAN
:. here doubtful promise, and at leng
n the savings were gone-all gone! l
he | you see. then" she cried passionatel
,e- what have been doing? Deceivil
IN them all along; writing, as ia
cied the glow on their faces. Of he
lis one sketch had been accepted. Of he
1t another brought the check inclose
de and all the time-all the time W
nd but a dressmaker's model manik
Ity In green. How else could one ma
In money here alone in foreign Ian
he But now"-her voice broke despairir
De ly-"how dare | 20 back, | with L
hooking boast OF art?'
ad Something gripped hard at the MAJ
In throat. aud his hand reached out
clasp the gNl's.
e. Tomorrow" he said slowly-"tom,
row ! want to see those Sketches
Tomorrow he saw them As lie tut
yer ed them over. looking intently at eaC
,ok an expression of admiration gather
me on his face. When he came to the |,
"" he looked up AT her and said
les Its the old story-genius stoopi
tly TO feed on crumbs from the rich maj
ce. table while 1t secured recognition"
And to two old people seated Def,
His their farmhouse door there came O
at eve letter. Read It," said the mo
ND er. ITS from our girl beyond the SCI
The old man glanced quickly ba
u'u from the closely written page "Wh,
us he cried-"why, she's to illustrate II
great authors new book. mother. G
rat own little girl
me In speechless JOY they gazed II
each others face. Then together III
TO. finished the letter.
ed. Books and pictures must ever W
for love" wrote the girl, so Da,
ney Bronson and i are coming home
ure gether. Your daughter has MARI
-on the author