The Washington times., 1920-08-05
(Continued from Yesterdayo

Now. again. his heart was beating
hard and fast at thought of seeing
Stephanie, and the same indefnable
anger possessed him-not directed
entirely against anyone, but inclu-
sive OF himself, and her. and Girls
mer, and his own helplessness and
isolation.
The street she lived in was quiet.
There seemed to be "A number of
studios along the block. In few
minutes he saw the number he was
looking for.
Four brick dwelling houses had
been made over into one with
studios on every floor-a rather
pretty Colonial effect with green
shutters. white doorway. and iron
fence painted white.
In the quaint Vestibule with its
classic fanlight and delicate side
lights, he found her name on let
ter box and pushed the electric
button. The street door swung
open noiselessly.
Goes to See Stephdnie.
On the ground floor. facing him
on the hight, he saw a door on
which was a copper plate bearing
the name, Miss Davis; Miss Quest"
The door opened as he touched the
knocker; a young girl In stained
sculptors smock stood there re-
garding him inquiringly, cigarette
between her pretty. clay-stained nm
gers.
"Miss-" he checked himself
l. g,-lF F.1
The girl laughed. She was
brown-eyed, pink checked. compact
ly and beautifully nodded, and her
poise and movement betrayed the
elacticity OF superb health.
She's out just now. Will you
come in and waltz"
He went in. aware of clay studies
on revolving. stands. academic
studies in unframed canyases, char
coal drawings from the nude,
thumb-tacked to the wall-the usual
mess Of dusty draperies, decrepit
and nondescript furniture, soiled
rugs and cherished objects of art
A cloying smell of plasticine per-
yaded the place. a large yellow
cat, doing on a sofa, opened ono
golden eye a little way, then closed
II indifferently.
The girl who had admitted him
indicated a chair and stepped be-
fore a revolving table on which
was the roughly modelled sketch Of
a horse and rider.
Watches Girl Work.
She picked up a lump OF waNy
material. and. kncading 1t in one
hand, glanced absently at the
sketch, then looked over her shout
der at Cleland with a friendly, en-
'quiring air:
Miss Quest went out to sec
about her costume. I suppose she'll
be back shortly
What costume" he asked.
"Oh. didn't you know? It's for
the Caricaturists' Ball in aid of tho
Artists Fund. It's the Ball Of the
Gods--the great event of the sea-
son and the last. Evidently you
don't live in New York"
81 haven't. recently"
81 sec. VIII you have a cigar
ctte?" She pointed at box on n
tea tray; he thanked her and lighted
one. AS he continued to remain
standing. she asked him again to
be seated, and he complied.
She continued to pinch off little
Jumps OF "bNN' plid'''
and stick them on the horse. Still
fussing with tho sketch. he saw n
smile her cheek I'm profile; and
presently she said without turning:
"Why did you speak of Stephanic
Quest as Mrs. Grismer? We don't,
you know"
"why not? Isn't shc?"
The girl looked at him over her
shoulder; she was startingly pret-
ty. fresh and smooth-skinned as a
child.
"who arc your" shc asked, with
that same little hint OF friendly
curiosity in her brown eycs-"Tm
Helen Davis, Stephanie's chum.
You Seem to know n good deal
about her.
"Tm james Cleland," he said,
ouietlyaa"hcr brother"
At that the girls brown eyes ncw
widc open:
Good hcavcns' she said; "did
Stcvc expect you" She mover said
a word to me, I thought you were
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