The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1917-07-27

through poorer districts and poorer I'M
til where the limit Of dingy shabbiness
seemed TO have been reached the girl
paused.
"There"-she pointed at the top OF
the tenement--"is my home"
Homer the man breathed con-
temptuously; then, with wondering
pity he repeated the word, Home"
"Goodby." said the girl and extended
her hand.
"Goodby until tomorrow" reminded
the man, his smile unchanged.
Smiling, too she went up the narrow
stair, but when tomorrow came she was
absent from her place at the restaurant
table. An atmosphere of unaccountable
cheerlessness pervaded the sunny niche
near the window. Bronson fretted
impatiently at the girls delay. He
had intended to inquire today more
particularly into her manner of liv-
ing. His night had been troubled and
wakeful at the thought of her bright
presence, Drawing the struggle for ex-
istence What sacrifice and deprivation
might she not be undergoing for a
than dreaml This, at least, his own
knowledge could decide for her If she
would come. But the opposite chair
remained vacant.
"Mademoiselle 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 IS what you call 'manikin'
or model for the great modiste. Surely
monsieur has heard of the green man.
ikin from Franquettas
Yes. Bronson had heard. remembered
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 IT.
reconcilable.
Abruptly he left his untasted meal;
satirical smile curled 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 hesitated 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
Clad 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 a play. she moved
across the brilliant stage, displaying
to an admiring audience the beauties
OF her costume Bitterly the man
turned from her steady painted smile
J to pass out again into the street. So
F.; 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 I tell you," she asked, ''the
story Of green model who, unlike
your difficult heroine. is 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 End 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 wait
for success in art which was prophe
sled surely for me. To this purpose
were carefully-oh, so 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 II
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 at length
the savings were gone-all gone! Do
you see. then" she cried passionately.
what l have been doing? Deceiving
them all along; writing. as fan.
cied the glow on their faces, of how
one sketch had been accepted, of how
another brought the check inclosed
and all the time-all the time | WINS
but dressmaker's model, a manikin
IN green. How else could one make
money here alone In foreign land?
But now"-her voice broke despairing.
ly-"how dare go back. | with nv
hooking boast of art?'
Something gripped hard at the mans
throat, and his hand reached out TO
clasp the girls.
Tomorrow" he said slowly-"tomor.
row want to see those sketches"
Tomorrow he saw them. AS he turn
ed them over, looking intently at each.
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