Putnam patriot. [volume] (Putnam, Conn.) 1872-1962, 1917-01-05

Cufre OF her"
There was no mistaking mis- mean
ing. Sylvia blushed holly. but her
tone was quite cool.
do you mean me. Mr.. Palmer"
YES" he said frankly.
You really believe that | could
come near your-your ideal for Fate's
other face?" asked Sylvia incredulous-
ly.
Yes, II you would be so conde-
scending." he said eagerly 1T would be
an inspiration. you know. II you
would pose for me. my sister, Mrs
Packard, will call upon you and make
arrangements"
Il will come" decided Sylvia, and
August Everett Palmer noted ner
name. and address In a little book
Then he lifted his hat and went away
Sylvia spent another hour in the
gallery, then she returned to the hall
bedroom to freshen her best blouse
In order to meet her expected caller
Mrs. Packard came the next morn
ing. Sylvia, receiving her in the
chilly boarding house parlor, thought
she bloomed like some great pink
full blown rose in that shabby ex-
terror. Mr.. Palmers sister was very
manners. Sylvia liked her at once
and when she had told her simple
story Mrs. Parkards brown eyes
filed with tears and she patted the
girls slender hand
It's happy coincidence" she said,
her round pink face agiow with
sympathy. Here is poor August mop
ing because he cant find a suitable
model to whom he can pay two dol
lars an hour and here you arei Now,
can you come tomorrow morning at
ten?"
Sylvia could and would, and she
peeped through the parlor blinds and
limousine and vanish.
At supper that night the gorgon-
eyed landlady passed the baked beans
twice to Sylvia and the plated silver
basket of ginger cookies came her
way three times instead of the Gus
tomary once.
Gee, / wish I had automobile COM
panyi" giggled Miss Nefus. the little
German milliner.
Sylvia blushed and forgot to eat
her cake She was quite happy at the
prospect of the morrow
1t was like being in a romance
a story book heroine might have had
such an adventure as hers. She was
afraid that she would awake in the
morning and find it dream.
But there was proof with the sight
of Mrs. Packard's card on her bureau.
Promptly at ten O'Clock a smartly
attired maid ushered Sylvia into Mrs.
Packard's drawing-room. That good
natured matron painted up three long
flights of stairs and admitted Sylvia
to August Palmer's studio, a luxurious
room on the roof of the uptown man
sion.
Here Is Fates other facet
laughed Mrs. Packard, as she sank
into a comfortable chair.
Then began one of the most de-
lightful periods of Sylvia's existence.
To stand and watch, starry-eyed, Pal
mer's deft fingers as they transferred
her face to canvas was a pleas g.
To feel once more Independent as she
went home each day with four dol
lars in her pocket. The little bead
purse grew plethorically fat in those
days; the landlady forgot to frown
upon her; and there was the vision
of new cloth suit that she coveted.
At last the sittings were over, and
Mrs Packard found secretarial posi-
ton for Sylvia with society friend
who was overburdened with cores
pondence and kindred cares. She
went to live in the home of her new
employer, and here she occasionally
saw Mrs. Packard as well as August
Palmer.
Perhaps Mrs. Packard recognized
that her brother had fallen in love
with the lovely model for Fate's other
face, for she spared no pains to bring
the young people together, and when
August had put the important ques-
ton to Sylvia, and had received Syl-
Was shy, happy answer, it was Mrs.
Packard who embodied both of them
in a generous sisterly embrace.
Later, when August told Sylvia that
the completed picture was to be
placed on view the next day, she
pressed her glowing face against the
lapel of his coat
II have really seen Fate's other face
and it is joy" she whispered.
at is love!" corrected August ten
derby, and it comes to all in Gods
good time.