Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-08
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placidly. though ~ hA1Bd y(ek0 6m-
was probably 6rinsins the teisss.m.
Whom she saw the orange missfve ly-
ing or the salver she opened It with
tranquil fingers There 10 no an
my SON is coming down." she an
nounced to tho rest Of tho room III
you will excuse me I will 60 and see
the cook about tho dinner"
II must be of. too said Pennicuik.
Got to get back to duty. Many
thanks about tonight, Mra Sanderson."
He held the door open for her and went
out in her wake.
II wonder. dear fraulein." asked Miss
Myrtle. whether you would be 30 worry
kind as to give me another of those
admirable little pildles Of yours for
upset from the chill I contracted last
night"
Blu, certainly. dear Miss Myrtle re-
piled frauletn. opening her black sGtin
bag and turning tho contents upon the
table. Hero you are.
Hello. sketch book" unmarried
Brent. strollins over and picking It
up before fraulein could prevent him.
movement that would have betrayed
her anxiety.
'oh. you must let mo look at II. you
must really. 1 am awfully keen on
oketCnlnB. m y DIT OK an Att19t Myself
But certainly. Mr.. Brent" replied
fraulein.
And. indeed. he was already turning
over the pages.
my poor efforts to admire. These are
simply souvenirs for my friends who
have been down here with me. am
going to what you call work up
watercolor from them for Mrs Sander
; son."
by George, are you really, throush7'
asked Brent. That's q good idea- I
had no idea you were such al topping
: he found the view Of the harbor she
had been at work on that afternoon.
Hello" he went on. here's q little
: picture OF the harbor. You know. that
& "Tickles you? I don't understand"
replied fraulein. looking steadily at him.
l Il mean it's 80 ripping good. You
!. have got it absolutely to the life. But
t And he pointed with his finger At an
aggressively green little tree which
:. adorned one corner Of the sketch.
n Isn't that where the fort is rssllyr'
t he asked amiably.
"Ah. yes. but the fort It Is SO unbeau-
tiful." replied fraulein. Il claim an
t artists license and I make It instead
& a tree"
q Oh. see." exclaimed Brent. And
n this fagpole at the end Of the pier.''
The same idea. Mr.. Brent. The light.
= house: it is so stiff and ugly. put .
l. flag, 1t Is SO much prettfer."
u You have got the true artistic tenn
permanent, WHAT" asked Brent.
q II fear. Mr.. Brent that you what you
= what for her was almost an approach to
q archness.
7 7 She took the book from him and
snapped the elastic band around 1t once
more.
$ NO. really. I assure you." said Brent
- earnestly. TN not playing the Riddy
d goat I don't know much about 1t, but
I'm awfully keen on painting. know
). wonder. fraulein. II you would give me
n a little sketch some time. just Q little
memento OF pleasant holiday and al
n that sort Of thing?"
ciously: 1T will give me much pleasure
n But now. II you will excuse me. mus,
a go on with my water color for Mrs
% sanderson. while the effect Is still fresh
~ in my memory
a opened tho door for her. Mr.. PoilocI
1. also stalked toward It
re- You needn't shut 1t. Brent" said he
z Come Molly. wish you to 30 for ,
,e walk with me-"
IS IS "oh. father!" e1postuiatsd Molly. sh,
had thought that after tea she an.
m alone together.
n parent majestically.
1t I'D go for a good long walk II I vsr,
d you. Mr.. Pollock" advised Brent cheer
fully.
h Indeed. sir. and may ask whyT
,e said Mr.. Pollock. fixing him with . colt
as stare.
te Your liver seems to want shakinl
1t up a Bit replied the young man limo
Gently.
Mr.. Pollock gave vent to that un
y, translatable sound which 10 Away
m written "Pshaw!" and marched out o
II the room, followed by q relucfan
Molly.
Id Brent gave her q smile and manaeet
IF to meet her eyes. saying under hi
a breath. Later. dear" which sent he
of little treasured for the tims beina
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I'd Copyright. 1918. By Edward J. ciods.l