The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-12-28
BENEATH THE BONNET
Nv DOROTHY DOUGLAS.

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when Mary Anne was told that her
NOR had accepted the position of
,,dsekeeper out on the Chigwell's es-
she wanted to shout aloud with
delight. =,
no in the country and paint" she
,od him softly. II can paint and paint,
va naint I" she laughed joyfully at
the prospect
The retired officer smiled at his
..ughter's delight. He had realized for
.ome months that the roses were leav-
inc her cheeks and that her painting
wes suffering. She was first and fore
most a landscape painter, but trips to
tbe country for sketching were too ex-
nsnsiye. Tom, his son, was unable to
live in the country because Of the long
hours his position demanded of him.
"Tom can keep the fat, so that when
YOU and l get tired Of the country we
ran come In. He can be your agent
and sell all your canvases for you"
Major Wells was busy writing
hook on the military Age" and 1t was
more often than not Mary Anne who
ran down to swing open the great
eates that the carriage might pass
through. Always she slipped her big
blue sunbonnet quickly over her tum-
bIed curls and kept her head timidly
bent, while the carriage drove either
into or away from the estate. Mary
Anne knew, however. that the master
Of Chigwell was decidedly good to look
upon.
The little sketches began to sell. One
or two flattering checks found their
way from Tom to Mary Anne. The
major only nodded his head in ap-
prevail. He felt grateful for the chance
he had got to put her into the sur
roundings necessary for her develop
ment.
1t was in an art shop on Fifth ave-
nue. that Chlgw.I caught sight of an
exquisite sketch of the rustic bridge
that SPAWNED a tiny stream behind the
lodge gate.
Chigwell drew breath Of surprise.
without stopping to look at anything
else In the window he went inside. The
art dealer brought forth the sketch
with the rustic bridge.
"Who Is the artist?" he asked casu-
ally, not wanting to betray his reason
for inquiry.
"The pictures are signed Mary
Anne'-that's all. l know nothing
about the artist. An agent brings them
to me. / want all l can get of Mary
Anne's' work. They are wholly charm
ing-all of them"
Chigwell was puzzled. "When next
that agent comes in just get his adj
dress for me, will your" he asked.
Mary Anne had been rising with the
sun. There was Il bit of rose arbor
backed by tall sentinel fir trees that,
in the early mist of morning, was OF
unearthly loveliness. Mary Anne sue
ceeded in getting that atmosphere OF
mistiness that caressed the flowers
and the grass and the fir trees down
on her canvas. The sketch was
poem in color.
Even untemperamental Tom quit
held his breath upon seeing 1t. liz
carried it proudly into the art shol
on Fifth avenue.
"rve got peach this time" he sal
with his genial smile.
The art dealer agreed. Later he &c
Toms address.
Chigwell was so curiously intereste
In the artist who had trespassed o
his estate that he dropped in at tn
shop daily. When he saw the sloriou
little ghost rose picture he took 1t
greedily as had the art dealer. An
went up to the address given him.
Tom beamed with brotherly prid
when questioned by Chlgwell abo'
Mary Anne.
"She's my sister," he said, "and liv'
out at place called Chigwell Lodge
The name meant nothing to him. II
John Chigwell had chosen to withho
his name.
"That Is not possible !" he exclaime
Tknow everyone on the estate
"She lives there just the same So
Tom.
Chigwell left the fiat and Tom we
more mystified than he had been !
many years. 1t was not until he
membered the slim figure at the 81
that 1t occurred to him that perho
II was the lodgekeeper's wife W
painted. He had never speculated
TO what lived under the blue sumo
net and the simple gown OF blue q
ham.
He stopped when his carriage !
driven through the gate ana khocl
at the lodge door. Mary Anne Il
ried from her post at the gate
stood quietly beside Chigwell
He gazed under the blue bonnet
hoped his amazement was not too
vlOus.
"Can l come int" he asked.
IA Chlgwell had no sooner step