The vidette. (Iuka, Tishomingo County, Miss.) 1912-1967, 1915-10-28
oval. and without reproof.

his countenance in the pallor of the
moonlight, 'as though you were see
ing ghosts
Il. am said Samson. Let's 60"
Adrienne had not yet seen her por
trait. Samson had needed a few hours
of finishing when he left New York
though it was work which could be
done away from the model So 1t was
natural that when the party reached
Paris Adrienne should soon insist on
crossing the Point d'Alexandre III to
his studio near the 'Boule Mich" for ar
inspection of her commissioned canvas
For a while she wandered about the
businesslike place, Uttered with the
gear of the painters craft. 1t was, In
way, a form of mind-reading, fol
Samson's brush was the tongue of hif
soul.
The girls eyes grew thoughtful as
she saw that he still drew the leering
saturnine face of Jim Asberry. He
had not outgrown hate, then? But
she said nothing until he brought out
and set on an easel her own portrait
For a moment she gasped with sheer
delight for the colorful mastery of the
technique, and she would have beer
hard to please had she not been de
lighted with the conception of her
face through which the soul showed.
and the soul was strong and fiawless
The girls personality radiated from
the canvas-and yet A disappointed
little look crossed and clouded her
eyes. She was conscious of an in
definable catch Of pain at her heart.
Samson stepped forward, and his
waiting eyes, too, were disappointed
You don't like it, Drennie?" he
anxiously questioned But she smiled
In answer, and declared:
Il love it."
He went out few minutes later to
telephone for her to Mrs Lescott, and
gave Adrienne carte blanche to browse
among his portfolios and stacked can
vases until his return. In few min.
utes she discovered one of those eff
forts which she called his "rebellious
pictures"
These were such things as he paint
ed, using no model except memory
perhaps, not for the making of finished
pictures, but merely to give outlet to
his feelings; an outlet which some
men might have found in talk.
This particular canvas was roughly
blocked in, and it was elementally
simple, but each brush stroke had
been thrown against the surface with
the concentrated fire and energy of
blow, except the strokes that had
painted the face, and there the brush
had seemed to kiss the canvas. The
picture showed a barefooted girl,
standing, in barbaric simplicity of
dress, in the glare of the arena, while
gaunt lion crouched cycling her. Her
head was lifted as though she were
listening to faraway music. In the
eyes was indomitable courage. That
canvas was at once a declaration OF
love, and a miserere. Adrienne set
1t up beside her own portrait, and, as
she studied the two with her chin rest
ing on her gloved hand, her eyes
cleared of questioning. Now she knew
what she missed in her own more
beautiful likeness. It had been paint
ed with all the admiration of the mind.
The other had been dashed off straight
from the heart-and this other was
Sally! She replaced the sketch where
she had found it, and Samson return
ing found her busy with little sketches
of the Seine,
"Drennie," pleaded Wilfred Horton,
as the two leaned on the rail of the
Mauretania, returning from Europe,
ARE you going to hold me off in
definitely? I've served my seven
years for Rachel, and thrown in some
extra time. Am no nearer the goal?"
The girl looked at the oily heave OF
the leaden and cherries Atlantic, and
its somber tones found reflection in
her eyes. She shook her head.
81 wish l knew" she said, YEARLY.
Then she added vehemently: I'm not
worth it, Wilfred. Let me 60 Chuck
me out of your life as little pig who
can't read her own heart; who is too
utterly selfish to decide upon her own
life"
"Is it"-he put the question with
foreboding-"tha after all, l was a
prophet? Have you - and South -
wiped your feet on the doormat
marked 'Platonic friendship?' Have
you done that, Drennie?"
She looked up into his eyes. Her
own were wide and honest and very
full of pain.
NO" she said, 1--WE haven't done
that. yet. l guess we won't
think he'd rather stay outside, Will
fred. If was sure loved him, and
that he loved me, I'd feel like cheat
there is the other girl to think of.
. And, besides, I'm not sure what
Lwant myself . But I'm horribly
afraid I'm going to end by losing you
BOTH
Horton stood silent. 1t was tea
time, and from below came the strains
of the ships orchestra. A few ulster
mufied passengers gloomily paced
the deck
you won't lose US both, Drennie,"
he said, steadily. "You may lose your
ehoice-but, if you find yourself able
to fall back on substitutes, I'll be
there, waiting"
For once he did not meet her scru.