Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1916-03-17

table. An atmosphere of unaccountable
cheerlessness pervaded the sunny niche
near the window. Bronson fretted
impatiently ut the girls delay. He
had intended to inquire today more
particularly into her manner OF llv-
ing. His night had been troubled and
wakeful Mt the thought OF her bright
presence, Drawing the struggle for ex-
lstence. What sacrifice and deprivation
might she not be undergoing for a
dream OF art which might be no more
than dream! This at least, his own
knowledge could decide for her II she
would come. But the opposite chair
remained vacant.
'Mademolselle comes not today" the
garrulous waiter remarked. made
moiselle, the green manikin,' IL alb.
sent"
Bronson sat up with start.
'Mademoiselle who?" he asked rath.
er sharply
"She who dimes with you," the
waiter imperturbably replied, made.
moiselle who IL what you call 'manlkin'
or model for the great modlste. Surely
monsieur has heard Of the green man.
ikin from Franquetta's
Yes, Bronson had heard, rememl cred
having seen the model pictured in
Franquetta's window, graceful figure
clad always IN garments soft tinted as
the oceans foam, and the model was
his frank faced student-she OF the
tenement room. The two seemed ir-
recOncilable.
Abruptly he left his untasted meal; a
satirical smile cured his lips. so his
sympathy had all been wasted, i'm
posed upon. The green model of Fran
quetta's was evidently in no need OF
pity.
For a moment he hesltated before
the glittering letters of the modistes
sign, then passed into the miniature
theater. Before the parted curtain he
waited, watching tensely the girlish
figure framed In the cleaning lights.
Cmd in bright green from shoulder to
satin heel stood the girl whose appeal
ing presence had so deeply stirred his
heart
Mechanically, automatically, like
some manikin In n play, she moved
across the brilliant stage, displaying
to an admirlng audience the beauties
of her costume, Bitterly the man
turned from her steady painted smile
to pass out again into the street. so
the struggling art student, the beloved
little student, had never been. Across
his very memory OF her must ever
fash that crimson painted smile He
frowned disapproval when next day
the girl herself slipped quietly into her
accustomed seat
May | tell you" she asked, "the
story Of green model who, unlike
your difficult heroine. IL not exactly
as she seems. not exactly common
placer Her story may even have heart
interest"
wondering. he silently bowed his
head. The girl laughed TREMENDOUSLY.
Fame Is an Elusive thing" she quot
ed. "One may more quickly find her
because Of ones ability to wear Ger
tain color than for the reward Of tire.
less years OF study. Over In America
my old father and my mother and the
sister who has always been sick walt
for success In art which was prophe
sled surely for me. To this purpose
were carefully oh. 80 carefully hoard.
ed the savings Of years This had also
been my fathers youthful dream to
go abroad and perfect his own sketch
es, to achieve fame which critics prom
ised. Marriage and later cares had
forced this dream aside, but now 1t
was to be fulfilled. gloriously fulfilled.
In myself, the daughter.
But that which had seemed an as.
sured inherited talent at home became |
here doubtful promise, and ut length |
the savings were gone-al gone! DO |
you see, then" she cried passIonntely,
what ! have been dolng2 Decelylng
them all along; writing. ns fan
cied the glow on their faces, OF how
one sketch hnd been accepted, of how
another brought the check lnclosed.
and all the time--all the time / was
but dressmaker's model, a manlkin
In green. How else could one make
money here alone In u foreign land?
But nOw"-her voice broke despairing.
ly-"how dare | go back, | with my
hooking boast Of artT'
Something gripped hard at the mans
throat, and his hand reached out to
clasp the girls.
Tomorrow" he said slowly-"tomor.
row l want to see those sketches"
Tomorrow he saw them As he turn.
81 them over, looking intently ut each.
an expression Of admiration gathered
On his face. When he came TO the last
he looked up at her and said
ITS the old story genius STOPPING
10 feed on crumbs from the rich mans
liable while 1t secured recognition"
And to two old people scented before
their farmhouse door there came one
I'VE a letter Read IT," said the moth
'r. TITS from our girl beyond the sen"
The old man glanced quickly back
rom the closely written page. "Why,"
he cried-"why, she's to illustrate that
sreat authors new book, mother, our
'wn little glriw
In speechless Joy they gazed into
zach others face. Then together they
inished the letter.
Books and pictures must ever wnIt
'Or love" wrote the girl, 80 David
Bronson and ] are coming home to
'ether Your daughter has married
he author"