Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-01-19

sketches under his arm ana Wnlm-
steal grin on his wide lips, was
Tommy Tinkle.
ANY water-color drawing to-day,
madam; any oil portraits to paint;
any white-washing to do?"
step in, and I'll look around" in
vited Mrs. Stuart, very glad indeed
that he had come, for smiling was
rather rare, these days, in the Stuart
apartments.
Thank you" Tommy hung his
hat on the hall tree in the vestibule,
and lounged into the pink and gray
parlor, and laid his portfolio on the
table, picked him chair in the bay
window, and reached for his cigaret
case. "A certain beautiful young lady
is not at home, 1 suppose. Do you
mind if 1 smoke? Foggy weather
we're having"
"Tavy is at her music lesson, and
you know you may smoke, and 1
think we shall have some rain, and
won't you sit down." 1t was good to
hear her laugh, although the mirth
did not extend as far as her patient
eyes.
Tommy drew Mrs. Stuart's chair
into more pleasant view for her, and
waited until she had seated herself,
and reached for his portfolio.
i've been doing some serious por-
trait work." he observed. How is
this one?"
Mrs. Stuart gave little gasp of
delight.
"Tavy!" she cried. Tavy it was.
glossy black hair, oval cheeks. slend-
er. graceful neck, and, most mar
velous of all, the dark gray eyes
had within them hint of their sus-
cepubility to change through violet
to blue, 1t was a happy Tavy who
smiled up at Mrs. Stuart from the
clean white page, but Tommy, with
that fidelity which sees beneath, had
caught the trace of inborn wistful-
ness in the eyes.
Pretty fine, from memory and
sketches" Dragged Tommy, cooking
his head on one side to admire his
own work. THE Hudson River, Mrs.
Stuart, flows down through the State
or New York in an almost directly
north and south line for the more
important part of its course. On it's
proad bosom floats wealth of com
merce. The next portrait is of a
lady whom all must revere and ad-
mlre, and whom to know is a priv
ilege,' and he turned the leaf, gianc-
-ing nonchalantly at the ceiling.
Lady Stuart"
You flatter with your brushes as
wen as with your tongue, I'm afraid" ="
protested Mrs. Stuart, pleased new
ertheless, for Tommy had Iimned
her in one of those rare moments
during her recent happiness, when
she mad redeveloped the miscbief
winch accounted for some of the inns
in Tavy's eyes.
You speak but to charm" ratified
on Iommy. The shores of the many
pays and inlets in the vicinity of
New York are the most interestip qIv
populated of any city in the world
into New York Harbor come shins
from every cline. This is Geraldine
+! name her so that you may know
Tor whom the portrait was intended
:ihu SO congratulate me. The next
Is the artist himself, painted i'm n
period or repose and just on the point
OF smoking cigaret with easv non
chalance. The Atlantic Ocean. Mrs
stuart is an extremely large BODY
OF OF water, and turning the page. YOU
ma ma Vourselt gazing on the manly fea-
lures or Billy Lane. Handsome
chap' isn't he? Mrs. Stuart we have
now now arrived at the object of NV Wis
II. lie handed her the last named
!.ol po[trait; ana closed the portfolio.
NOW, tell me, what is YOUR franz
ana unbiased opinion of Bolly?''
She ala not answer Immediately
although she shot at him a swift and
shreWd glance. There was mucb
method in Tommy's madness, as She
nau .t Iohg since OWNED. She studied
eiIe .Ie picture Tor while in musing
sIie.ce; sli1 ~ was an excellent por-
tralt OF Billy, at his best. whoIesar,o
honest, handsome, good-natured iiie. PiiI,s..
ana her heart went out to him. as II
always had; but it went ont to bino
now IN sorrow and pity. -''
like Billy very much" sbo al
mitted, but the smile was gone fro',,
il ner lace. He has many noble ouaI-
II knew you'd say that" Tommy
knows him must say it. Whv cant
ne come back, and promise to be
good. and be forgiven ?"
Please don't, Tommy" begged Mrs
Stuart soberly. From what Won saw
| judge that you know what han.
pened here, and if you know, Won
already understand why Billy can
never be the same to us"
Probably not" He smiled at bor
with engaging frankness. Billy didn't
send me, but 1 know he wouldn't
expect to be quite the same to YOU.
He wouldn't ask a full restoration,
but just crumb, just the privilege
or coming up here once in a while and
sitting around"
She shook her head sadly.
IL wouldn't do, Tommy. 1t couldn't
~ mat Ou knew, OF
course. that Billy and Tavy were very
fond of each other"
Il couldn't help knowing if" and
the whimsical grin flashed on Tom
mys face. From the minute Billy
met Tavy he made a nuisance ~
himself If l asked him the time. he
told me about Tavy's curls. If said
good-morning, he told me about her
eyes. I've never seen a fellow so
foolish about girl. And now if Won
could see him. Mrs. Stuart, you'd pitG
the boy. He's all broken up. hos
p'le and hollow-eyed, he can't eat
ne can't sleep, he can't do ANYTHING
but Just moon around and want to
see Tavy. I'm serious, Mrs. Stuart
Blllys my best friend, and I'll admit
that he needed a punishment. Rut
he's had it. Give US a chance. won't
you? Just let Billy and me come mn
mere for five minutes at a time. and eli
IN a corner and say nothing, lust look
and go away. I'll even put bIfnkera
on Billy, If you say so. I'll -"
She stopped him with a smile of in
finite sadness. IN
What you say only makes me tho
nrmer in my determination. I'm
sorry that he has suffered. but tbe
mere fact that he thinks so much of
TaVy makes it dangerous for him To
come here. | would not torture her
with a love she could not eniov nor
permit her to marry a man who wonId
be hound fn IL SNAA