The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1915-07-23
CHAPTER v.

Suddenly she sat up and looked
#und toward the Office. She was
.senly alive again, Immediately. If love
ade her stupid and sluggish, hate
1buld revive her. Rosamund Gale!
lie sight Of her stang Flodie like a
hip. Here she was again, now, of
" times, when everything was askew,
NDsamund Gale, the professional
bdel, Rosamund the beautiful, Rosa
bind the arrogant, the spoiled! Flo
d disliked her, from her hair to her
els, disliked her name, her man
+ RS, her reputation, and, most of all,
+ d photographs. Hall Bonistelle used
+ b often for his commercial pictures
hich he sold for advertisements, for
hgazine covers, for art supplements.
Spring Gale in damp cheese
pth with apple blossoms; THE Suf-
gette"-Miss Gale in tailormade suit,
sticulating; and so on-Flodie al
tys slapped the prints angrily with
Il irritated "Choo!" before she put
4 EN- away. She would have been glad
4. slap Rosamund. Hall posed her, ar
Ihged draperies, touched her hair,
bved her hands-all exquisite agony
- Flodie.
Say, where's Hall?" Rosamund
kde picture of herself in the door
y Golden fair, highly colored. pic
fesque, even voluptuous, always in
fixing original costumes daringly
ftistic," Rosamund, with all her
nipples, her curls, her lines" and
'er strange colors let Flodie have the
PHI disconcerting effect of her beauty.
he had the air of one who is quite
BED to being stared at and admired.
Flodie rose, her face set. "Mr.
3onistelle is busy, Miss Gale" she
Rid, and walked toward the office, as
\ to brush the visitor back.
Rosamund, however, would recog-
PIE no mere mental; she swept into
Pc studio as if she owned the place.
All right, I'll hang round a while till
'es free. Say, Miss Fisher, fish me
Pr couple of those last poses, will
|Pu? want to give one to gentle
IAN friend. Here-take this boa out
Rere and hang it up, while you're 60
IS, d'you mind?"
Il "Oh, certainly" said Flodie, took
Ae boa and-an apparent accident
Popped it. Rosamund made an angry
esture. "Oh, pardon me, I'm so care
ss," said Flodie. Then carrying it
ftfully, so that full foot of it
Jagged along the floor, she marched
of the studio, chin up.
Rosamund looked about for a ciga-
<tte, and found box on tabouret.
ph, Miss Fisher!" she sang, bring
match, will you?" Then she
wned, and threw herself lazily on
couch. She began to whistle.
Flodie, returning, noticed that Rosa
pnd showed too much silk stocking,
10 that one stocking had begun to
ln." She noticed that Rosamund's
lrtwaist was not quite fresh, noticed
at her nails, though highly polished,
RE not absolutely-well-chaste.
Re heel was bit run over; her
ponstone ring needed cleaning; lace,
r real and part imitation; eyebrows
gthened a little with the pencil;
rip in her glove. There was moth
an ordinary man would have seen,
ping that would have hurt, for him,
whole effect, even had he seen it;
Flodie saw and damned and said
word.
Here are the matches, Miss Gale.
look up the prints this afternoon,
en | have more time"
ph, thanks. Have cig?" Rosa
pa held them up impertinently.
don't you smoker Very sarcas-
was Rosamund's tone. mo, you
I look it, exactly" She laughed
ly, confident of her own superior
earance.
odie's lips grew white; it would
take much more to make her cry.
I'd hardly expect you to under
o. she managed to say. and
ed to go.
IA, | understand you all right, |
s. Say. what are all those fancy
green wreaths doing out in the Of
anyway" She was blowing rings
prettily.
n, Mr.. Bonistelle is going to have
Fly tonight"
eally? I'll have to ask him about
She examined her finger nails.
elieve I'll come"
p sorry. but the invitations were
ent out over week ago, Miss
me must have been addressed
!"
on't think / ever make that kind
nistake."
" said Rosamund deliberately,