New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1917-07-27
How Lillian and Her Child Came to
N1adgcS House and Met
Robert Sayarin,

ttoDcTC SANAT1A
"Oh, Auntie Madge. Auntie Madge!
is that nice man who paints such
splendid pictures here? Mother said
he would be-
Marion Morton, Lillians fairl-like
little daughter fairly tumbled out OF
the taxicab into my arms, SO excited
was she in her demand to see Robert
Savarin, the famous artist, who was
our house guest, and of whom her
mother evidently had told her.
Dicky and 1 had gone down the
steps of the veranda to meet Lillian,
while Robert Savarin, who appeared
to have been overtaken with an attack
of his old painful shyness, stood back
of us in the shelter Of the doorway.
But Marion's keen eyes spied him al
most at once.
Isn't that him-I mean he?" she
asked in what she apparently meant
to be whisper. but which was clearly
audible to all of us.
l smiled Involuntary at the child 8
correction of the case of the pronoun.
Lillian evidently had been strenuously
at work, for Marions English when
she was restored to her mother was a
copy of that of the various maids
who had taken care of her.
Lillian, descending more sedately
from the taxi with Dicky helping her,
heard her small daughters stage whis-
per, and frowned reprovingly. Marion
paid no attention to the frown. for she
is a spoiled elf, although a most low
able one, but peering past me, smiled
engagingly at the artist.
Marions smile is something to re-
member. It is like her mothers,
sweet, frank and infectious. 1t would
have drawn even a more diffident man
than Robert Savarin from the shelter
of the doorway.
He came at once directly to her,
and STOPPING, grasped the eager little
hand She held out to him.
How do you do, Miss Marion?'' he
said las formally as if he were ad-
dressing grown-up woman. Did
hear you say you wished to see me?'
Yes, I'm so glad you're here"
Marion carolled. Lots of times when
l think I'm going to see people I've
heard about they go away before 1 get
there, and I was so afraid you
wouldn't be here after all. VIII you
put me in a picture? My mother does
sometimes, but then they're not real
pictures, she says, just things you get
checks for
Hand in Hand.
"Marion!" Lillian's voice held an
imperious note which the child evil
IDENTITY recognized, for she checked
her condolences. But she still kept
her hand in that of the artist, and
1t was standing thus that Robert Saw
arm and Lillian Underwood met each
other again.
1t was moment tense with ex-
element for me. I knew what no
one else did-that Lillian had never
forgotten the romantic alteration, the
first girlish love she had secretly CIV
en- the artist. and but a short time
before Robert Savarin had unwitting-
ly betrayed to me the interest which
must have been his for his little stu
dio friend in that long ago time.
Why he had not tried to win her
then I had no idea. but that he had
cared for her I was very sure. I
waited breathlessiy to see what these
two, each ignorant Of the others feel
ings, would say or do.
The Chill Between Them.
But it was most commonplace and
conventional meeting, as I, with my
experience of Lillian's poise, might
have known it would be. AS she
spoke Marion's name she advanced
toward the artist and held out her
hand.
II cannot hope that you will re-
member me, Mr.. Savarin," she said
brightly, but I mean to recall my
self to you just the same. Do you
remember the girl in your friend
Hoyt's Office"
He interrupted Ter eagerly.