The Huttig news., 1915-02-27
ness was ended and that well-lined pocketbooks would no longer open to his profiigate demands.

ness was ended and that well-lined pocketbooks would no longer open to his profiigate demands.
 
 Sally had started to school She had not announced that she meant to do 50, but each day the people of Misery saw her old sorrel mare making it's way to and from the general direction of Stagbone college, and they smiled. No one knew how Sallys cheeks famed as she sat alone on Saturdays and Sundays on the rock at the back bone's rift. She was taking her place, morbidly sensitive and woman of eighteen. among little spindle-shanked girls in short skirts, and the little girls were more advanced than she. But she, too, meant to have 'Iarnin' "- as much of 1t as was necessary to sat isfy the lover who might never come. And yet, the "fotched-on" teachers at the College" thought her the most voraciously ambitious pupil they had ever had, so unflaggingly did she toll, and the most remarkably acquisitive. oo ldSt ulu ou0 lCdl put uCi otuulCb had again been interrupted, and Miss Grover, her teacher. riding over one day to find out why her prize scholar had deserted. met in the road an empty "jolt wagon," followed by ragged cortege of mounted men and women, whose faces were still lugu- brious with the effort of recent mourning. Her question elicited the information that they were returning from the "buryin' of the Widow Mil. Ter.
 
 Towards the end of that year Sam. son undertook his portrait of Adri. enne Lescott. The work was nearing completion, but 1t had been agreed that the girl herself was not to have a peep at the canvas until the painter was ready to unveil it in a finished condition. Often, as she posed, Will fred Horton idled In the studio with them, and often George Lescott came to criticize, and left without criticiz- ing. The girl was impatient for the day when she, too, was to see the pic ture, concerning which the three men maintained so profound a secrecy. She knew that Samson was a painter who analysed with his brush, and that his picture would show her not only flea. lures and expression, but the mans estimate of herself.
 Do you know" he said one day, coming out from behind his easel and studying her, through haif-closed eyes, q never really began to know you un- til now? Analyzing you-studying you in this fashion. not by your words. but by your expression, your pose, the very unconscious essence of your per sonality-these things are illuminat- ing"
 Although I am not painting you" she said with a smile, .I have been studying you, too. AS you stand there before your canvas your own person. ality Is revealed-and have not been entirely unobseryant myself" And under the X-ray scrutiny of this profound analysis" he said with . lnu1h. ssdo y0ns aih~ enss fsssszAs
 Wait and sec" she retorted.
 At all events"-he spoke gravely-. you must try to like me little. be- cause am not what I was. The per. son that am is largely the creature of your own fashioning. Of course you had very raw material to work with. and you can't make a silk purse of"-he broke off and smiled-"well, of me. but in time you may at least get me mercerized little."
 For no visible reason she flushed, and her next question came a trife eagerly:
 Do you mean have influenced your"
 Influenced me. Drennie?" he re- peated. You have done more than that. You have painted me out and! painted me over."
 She shook her head. and in her eyes danced light of subtle coquetry.
 There are things have tried to do. and failed" she told him.
 His eyes showed surprise.
 Perhaps" he apologized, T am dense. and you may have to tell mo bluntly what I am to do. But you know that you have only to tell me-"
 For moment she said nothing, then shook her head again.
 Issue your orders." he insisted. 'I am waiting to obey"
 She hesitated again. then said. slowly:
 Have your hair cut It's the one uncivilized thing about you
 For an instant Samson's face hard. ened
 "No," he said; "I don't care to do that
 "Oh, very well!" she laughed lightly. Tn that event, of course. you shouldn't do it." But her smile faded. and after a moment he explained
 You see. 1t wouldn't do"
 What do you mean?"
 T mean that I've got to keep some thing as if WaS to remind mo of a prior