The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1916-02-17
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THE Wind Traveller
BY IZoLA FORESTER.

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was occupied by a sculptor She
caught glimpses of clay models and
plaster casts on long bare shelves. It
looked cool and restful in the room.
Ihere were long, dark, green-mesh
curtains at the windows and a north
skyilght overhead. Regarding it all
once more, Peggie turned and resumed
writing to her best chum at college,
Nan Carruthers.
He works necessarily. l think the
new one is Diana because she seems
to carry a CULVER, but maybe it's a
creek girl with jug, 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 ne looks, though, Nan, and | don't
even know his name | don't even
want to know it. Distance lends so
much enchantment to this special
view"
reggie, You're wanted at the
phone, called Frances from below.
Motners at Peabody & Westons, and
she cant remember whether you said
10 get raisin color or more on the
hyacinth''
Peggie went down quickly, without
irritation at the interruption. In
1act, Peggie hardly knew what irrita-
ton meant. She had been blest al
olrth, the family said, with unfailine
good temper. The world was rose
color to her and infinitely good to
i've IN. She patted Jacks head low
ingly as he wedged by her on the
stairs, and tried to think lust what
would be best to tell her mother so
sne would really get the right tone.
Her voice floated clearly upstairs,
while Jack strolled into the library
with a captive ant in a capsule box
and several peanuts in his pocket.
Why, dear, it's a sort of betwixt
and between. No, no, not a 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 scientifically,
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 a
nice, cblong cream sheet of paper COW
cred with Peggie's rather large hand
writing. And finally he launched it,
MS wind traveller, from the broad bay
window, and eyed it rapturousIy as
the breeze caught it and bore If
straight up and over the way. II
rocked and dallied it, it couuetted
with it like a leaf, and finally it bore
Il lazily into the open window of the
studio opposite, where Winthrop Alb
bolt worked on the new design for the
municipal fountain, a Nereid holding
up a dolphin.
1t lay on the floor near his foot.
and as he stepped back he glanced
down and read:
He works necessarily. l think the
new one-maybe it is a Greek girl
with a Jug
Right here the labor for the foun-
tain stopped. Winthrop took the little
paper balloon and slowly opened it.
lie read it over carefully, looked
around at the open skylight, and went
to his window to test the way of the
wind. And he saw the Iauncher 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 an.
peared face that might have posed
Tor his own fair Nereid maiden. a
startled, wide-eyed, anxious face that
vanished almost instantly. and Win
throp prepared to return the wind
traveller
reggie did not appear at that first
VISIT, but when he dined there, two
weeks later. shy-eyed and rather cool
IN manner. Peggie sat next to her
mother, and she wore the gown the
TINT OF a California grape bloom. Win
tnrop thought she looked clad in
cloud of dawn, with her slender white
throat above and gray eyes and chest
nut hair
lie listened mechanically to his
hosts congratulations The Nereid
was accepted. Mr.. Chalmers was the
CHAIRMAN of the municipal committee
on art. But Jack, sitting beside Fran
ces on the opposite side of the table.
knew Tar more than his father of the
workings of their distinguished guests
mind. After dinner, just for a mo-
ment, Winthrop found her standing
with Jack at the bay window. and
Joined them. Jack smiled I'D at him.
I sailed it out of this window he
said
God bless you, jack murmured
winthrop fervently, and Peggfe
nushed. He bent over her longingly.
Does distance really lend so much
enchantment, lady fair? Are you
angry with me or the wind, Pier
rette?"
Il don't think you should have read
IL, said Peggie, trying to look TWEEN
ty-nine instead of nineteen.
Don't you, really? Perhaps living
as do among the gods has made me