The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-02-15
The Wind TRAVELLER
BY IzoLA FORESTER.

FOR the past month the STUDIO dlrect-
ly opposite the library windows had
been most interesting. Evidently 1t
was occupied by sculptor. She
caught glimpses of clay models and
plaster casts on long bare shelves. It
looked cool and restful in the room.
There were long, dark, green-mesh
curtains at the windows and north
skylight overhead. Regarding it all
once more, Peggie turned and resumed
writing to her best chum at college,
Nan Carruthers.
HE works necessarily. I think the
new one is Diana because she seems
to carry a CULVER, but maybe it's
Greek girl with a jug, I mean Jar. oh,
Nan, how wonderful It must be to
really live right in an art atmos-
phere. You don't know how interest
ing he looks, though, Nan, and l don't
even know his name. don't even
want to know it. Distance lends so
much enchantment to this special
view"
"Peggie! You're wanted at the
phone called Frances from below.
Mothers at Peabody & Weston's, and
she can't remember whether you said
to get raisin color or more on the
hyacinth."
Peggie went dswn quickly, without
irritation at the interruption. In
fact, Peggie hardly knew what irrita-
ton meant. She had been blest al
birth, the family said, with unfailing
good temper. The world. was rose
color to her and infinitely good to
live in. She patted Jacks head low
ingly as he wedged by her on the
stairs, and tried to think Just what
would be best to tell her mother SO
she would really get the right tone.
Her voice fioated clearly upstairs,
while Jack strolled into the library
with a captive ant in capsule box
and several peanuts in his pocket.
why, dear, it's a sort of betwixt
and between. No, no, not true raj
sin tint. Remember, amethystine in
dull glow. All right, dear. Thanks
so much"
Jack squeezed by her again on her
way upstairs and smiled seraphically,
with his hands behind him. He was
seven and utterly full Of guile. In the
room below he worked leisurely, hap
PLY, constructing his balloon from q
nice, oblong cream sheet of paper COW
cred with Peggie's rather large hand.
writing. And finally he launched It,
his wind traveller. from the broad bay
window, and eyed 1t rapturously as
the breeze caught It and bore 1t
straight up and over the way. II
rocked and dallied It, II coquetted
with It like a leaf, and finally 1t bore
It lazily into the open window Of the
studio opposite, where Winthrop Alb
bolt worked on the new design for the
municipal fountain, Nereid holding
up dolphin.
It lay on the floor near his feet,
and as he stepped back he glanced
down and read:
''He works necessarily. think the
new one-maybe it is Greek girl
with Jug
Right here the labor for the foun
tain stopped. Winthrop took the little
paper balloon and slowly opened It
He read 1t over carefully, looked
around at the open skylight, and went
10 his window to test the way Of the
wind. And he saw the launcher Of
aircraft at the bay window opposite
a round-faced, curly haired laddie who
waved at him excitedly and called
"Did you get it?'
And then at the window above ap
peared a face that might have posed
for his own fair Nereid maiden, {
startled, wide-eyed, anxious face tina
: vanished almost instantly, and Win
throp prepared to return the wine
traveller.
Peggie did not appear at that frs
visit, but when he dined there, tive
weeks later, shy-eyed and rather COO
in manner, Peggie sat next to he
) mother, and she wore the gown tn,
; tint Of California grape bloom. Win
throp thought she looked clad in ,
cloud of dawn, with her slender whit
throat above and gray eyes and chest
nut hair.
He listened mechanically to hi
hosts congratulations. The Nerei,
was accepted. Mr.. Chalmers was tn
chairman of the municipal committe
: on art. But Jack. sitting beside Fran
ces on the opposite side of the table
knew far more than his father Of tn
workings Of their distinguished guest
mind. After dinner, just for a me-
ment. Winthrop found her standin
with Jack at the bay window, an
!, Joined them. Jack smiled up at hin
81 sailed 1t out of this window" h
said.
God bless you, Jack" murmure
/, Winthrop feryently, and Peggi
flushed. He bent over her longingl!
: Does distance really lend 80 niue
: enchantment, lady fair? Are 20
angry with me or the wind, Pie
rette?"
81 don't think you should have rea
= IT," said Peggie, trying to look twel