Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-07-08
i. 1917 BIZ EDWARD J. c LODE. J

you will excuse me I will go and
see the cook about the dinner"
Il must be off. too" said Penni-
culk. "Got to get back to duty. Many
thanks about tonight. Mrs Sander
SON." He held the door open for her
and went out fn her wake.
II wonder. dear fraulein." asked
Miss Myrtle. whether you would be
so very kind as to give me another
Of those admirable little pilules OF
yours for the digestion? i am still
somewhat upset from the chill 1 con-
tracted last night.
But certainly. dear Miss Myrtle"
replied fraulein, opening her black
ga tin bag and turning the contents
upon the table. Here you are"
Hello, a sketch book" remarked
Brent. strolling over and picking It
up before fraulein could prevent him.
Indeed, she forced herself to check
the movement that would have be-
trayed her anxiety.
20. you must let me look at 1t. you
must really. | am awfuly keen on
sketching. I'm a bit of an artist my
self"
but certainly. Mr.. Brent" replied
fraulein.
And indeed he was already turning
over the pages.
Tho you will find nothing in 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
/, water color from them for Mrs. San
derson."
by George. are you really. thor
asked Brent That's a good idea,
had no idea you were such a topping
good artist" He turned the pages till
he found the view Of the harbor she
had been at work on that afternoon.
Hello" he went on. heres little
picture OF the harbor. You know.
that simply tickles me to death"
''Tickles you? l don't understa nd"
replied fraulein. looking steadily at
| him.
II mean it's 30 ripping good. you
have got 1t absolutely to life. But
say. what's that tree doing there"
And he pointed with his finger at an
aggressively green little tree which
adorned one corner Of the sketch.
Isn't that where the fort Is really?"
he asked amiably.
"Ah. yes. but the fort 1t is so beau
tigul." replied fraulein. II claim an
artists license and make it instead
n tree"
&c. ! see." exclaimed Brent. "And
this flag pole at the end OF the pier?'
THE same idea. Mr.. Brent. Tho
lighthouse. II is so stiff and ugly. put
a flag. 1t is so much prettier"
You have got the true artistic
temperament. what?" asked Brent
Il fear. Mr.. Brent. that you what
You call pull my Leg" said fraulein.
with what for her was almost an
4 a 20
She took the book from him and
snapped the elastic band around 1t
once more.
mo. really. assure you." said
Brent earnestly. I'm not playing the
giddy goat don't know much about
It. but I'm awfully keen on painting.
! know what I like and all that. you
know. wonder. fraulien. II you
would give me little skech som,
ant holiday and all that sort OF
thing?"
Il will not forget" said fraulen
graclously: ut will give me much
pleasure. But now. II you will .ex1
cuse me. must go on with my watt
color for Mrs Sanderson. while the
effect is still fresh in my memory"
Brent with his usual airy polite
ness opened the door for her. Mr..
I
You needn't shut II. Brent" said
he. my daughter and I are both GO
ing out. Come. Molly. l wish you to
30 for walk with me-"
20. -father!" expostulated Molly.
She had thot that after tea she AMI
Chris must really get little time
alone together.
come. Molly. wish It," said her
parent majestically.
I'D go for a good long walk II I
were you. Mr.. Pollock" advised
Brent cheerfully.
Indeed. sir. and may ask WHY"
said Mr.. Pollock, fixing him with a
cold stare
"Your liver seems to want shaking
up bit" replied the young man In
nocently.
Mr.. Pollock gave vent to that un-
translatabc sound which Is always
written 'pshaw!' and marched out of
the room. followed by q reluctant
Molly.
Brent gave her smile and man
aged to meet her eyes. saying under
his breath. later, dear" which sent
her off little reasssred for the time
being.
Ito he continued.)
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