The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1915-07-08

shown his guest over the premises
said goodnight and went uptown tt
his own house. Samson lay a Ions
while awake, with many disQuietint
reflections.
Meanwhile Lescott, letting himsel
into q house overlooking the park
was hailed by q chorus OF voices from
the dining room. He turned and wen
in to join a gay group just back from
the opera. AS he thoughtfully mixet
himself a highball, they bombardec
him with questions.
why didn't you bring your bar
barian with your" demanded a dark
eyed girl, who looked very much al
Lescott himself might have looked haC
he been a girl-and very young ant
lovely. Now she flashed on him an af
fectionate smile. and added: 1--WE
have been waiting to see him Mus
we go to bed disappointed?'
George stood looking down on them
and tinkled the ice in his glass.
"He wasn't brought on for purpose:
Of exhibition, Drennie," he smiled. :"
was afraid If he came In here In tn,
fashion OF his arrival-carrying hil
saddlebags-you ultracivilized foil
might have laughed"
A roar OF laughter at the picture
indicated Lescott's assumption.
mo! Now, actually with saddle
bags?" echoed young fellow with {
likable face which was for the mo
ment incredulously amused. "Tha
goes Dick Wilmington one better
You do make some rare discoveries
George We celebrate YOU"
Thanks, Horton" commented the
painter, dryly. when you New York
ers have learned what these barbara
ans already know, the control of YOU
oversensitized risibles and courtes,
deeper than your shirt-fronts-maybt
I'll LET you have look. Meantime In
much too fond OF all of you to risl
letting you laugh at my barbarian"
Several months were spent iaborinl
with charcoal and paper over plaster
casts In Lescott's studio. and Lescot
himself played instructor. When tn,
skylight darkened with the coming o
evening. the boy whose mountain ma
ture cried out for exercise went fol
long tramps that carried him ovel
many miles of city pavements. ant
after that, when the gas was lit, h,
turned, still insatiably hungry, t.
volumes of history. and algebra, ant
facts
A sloop-rigged boat with crew o
two was dancing before brisk breez'
through blue Bermuda water. OF t.
the right Hamilton rose sheer ant
colorful from the bay. At the tile
sat the white-clad figure Of Adrienn,
Lescott. Puffs of wind that whipped
the faulty bellying sheets dashed hel
dark hair about her face. Her lips
wildly red like poppy petals. were
just now curved into an amused smile
which made them even more than or
dinarily kissable and tantalizing. He
companion was neglecting his nomina
duty OF tending the sheet to watch
her
"Wilfred." she teased. your con
trast is quite startling-and. in a way
effective. From head to foot you ar,
spotless vhite-but your scowl Is alb
solutely tie blacklist black that oul
eyes endure And" she added, in al
injured voice. "I'nrsure I've been very
nice to you"
81 have not yet begun to scowl," b,
assured her, and proceeded to show
what superlatives OF saturnine expires
sion he held in reserve. See here
Drennie, 1 know perfectly well tina
I'm a sheer imbecile to reveal the fac
that you've made me mad. 1t please.
you too perfectly. 1t makes you hap
pier than is good for you, but"
ITS a terrible thing to make m'
happy, isn't it?" she inquired, sweetly
'Drennie, you have held me off since
we were children. l believe first an
nounced my intention of marrying you
when you were twelve. That intention
remains unaltered More: 1t is unal
terabie and inevitable. My reasons
for wanting to needn't be rehearsed
1t would take too long. regard yot
as possessed of an alert and remark
able mind-one worthy of companion
ship with my own" Decpite the friv
olous hadinage of his words and the
humorous smile of his lips, his eyes
limited at an underlying intensity
with no desire to fiatter or spoil you
find ycur personal aspect pleasing
enough to satisfy me. And then, while
a man should avoid emotionasism.
am in love with you" He novel over
to a place in the sternsheets, and his
face became intensely earnest. He
dropped bis hand over hers as it lay
on the tillar shaft. God knows, dear,
he exclaimed. how much I love you!'
Her eyes, after holding his for mo
ment, fell to the hand which still i'm
prisoned her own. She shook heI
head, not in anger. but with a man
ner Of gentle denial. until he released
her fingers and stepped back.