Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1916-07-19

them and there was nothing at all in
mia or the artistic temperament.
It was the hour of his rather hearty
bachelor breakfast and his six feet of
decided masculinity was still enyel-
oped in futurist-patterned dressing
gown which he had slipped on after
his cold bath. A cup of excellent COT
fee steamed on a table be de him
and a copy of a popular magazine lay
open en- the broad arm of his chair
His valet whistled softly in the adj
Joining room.
"Stubbs!" called out Granville sud-
denly. "Get Evans on the wire.
want to talk with him"
While Stubs was getting into COM
munication with the editor of the
magazine in which Anne Morrell's
story was published, Granville sat with
half-closed eyes bordering over the
odd situation. Evans was his init
mate friend, it happened, so Granville
knew he was on the right track.
'Peach!" was the inelegant express
sion Evans used to picture Anne to
his lnquiring friend. GLORIOUS red
hair and a pair of eyes that make you
blink. I've proposed to her half
dozen times, but there's nothing doing
in that line. One OF those wedded-to-
art, temperamental girls, you know"
After sufficient good-natured delay
on Evans part, Granville was given
Anne's address, and that afternoon he
donned his most attractive habit.
ments, ordered Stubs to bring around
his car and motored over to the Nor
rells' home.
Bridget pointed to the summerhouse
ct the foot Of the garden when Gran
vile asked for Miss Morrell. =
"Sure yell be sorry man If We dis
turb her in wan of thin frances" she
admonished Granville as he turned
quickly toward the thatch.
Anne looked out Of her tiny window
when crunching footsteps warned her
Of someone's approach. Then she
popped her head over the rustic rail-
ing and Granville smiled in apprecia-
ton. Evans, he admitted, had not ex-
aggerated. Then memory turned him
back to youthful days when he had sat
in that selfsame summerhouse and
wasted perfectly good paints, canvases
| and Oil in wanton recklessness.
I'm Granville" he said by way of
| ton into the attractive little den. S''I
am the person whose canvases,lYou
found in the thatch." Then he seated
himself precariously on camp stool
and beamed genially upon the aston
| ished girl, who was quite GREATNESS
| with interest and amazement.
-you-surely you didn't sue
ceed-with that start!". she gasped,
ending covert appraising glance at
his prosperous appearance. She drew
out from beneath her table some of
| the fearfully inartistic daubs and
| spread them out before Granville. -
| At which he laughed merrily and
long. ILL.,. -, .7 49, L. ~@'*L1%'
II keep them close beside me forr11-
inspirations" Anne said, with q dry
smile. ! zeztz2<@ = $50 snbs
Lord! What a fool ! vast he
commented. -. :.
But how did you ever succeed -
with such start?" she insisted.
"By selling automobiles" he con-
fessed. "But my awful daubs have
served one good purpose, he said I'D
like; to have them-if you don't mind"
'But I do mind" she declared. II
want Them paid fifteen dollars for
this summerhouse and l wouldn't take
anything for it now''-shei was blush.
ing furiously and she knew it. II am
going to make some tea" she faltered
81 don't mind being called thing
any old thing-under the circum
stances Granville laughed. 4. ri,