Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-31

You black and white fellows never
do understand color"
Its corker. anyway" said Julien
Dad. here's Am art patron who
, The girl, whose face. had become
| flushed and almost frightened. held
out her quarter.
"I-I-don't know" she began. 81
! was interested in your picture and
thought Mr.. Tenney said
with perfect dignity. THANK you.'
said he. There amt much apprecia-
| ton of art just at this season. But il
you'll come down to Coney about
, Jane I'll show you some sand model
! ing that is sand modelling. s much
as s. n day I've taken in there"
Mss Holland recovered her social
poise. I'D like to very much,' she
said cheerfully.
She and Julien walked on in silence
Suddenly he laughed, a little Earring
ly. Well" he said. does that help
you to place me-"
I'm not trying to place you. she
answered.
us that quite true?" he Knocked.
mo, it isn't. It's a downright lie,
said Bobbie. finding courage to raise
her eyes to his.
And now. I suppose. l shall be my
good man. or something like that. to
you"
do you think it like me?'
you called MacLachan that. you
know" he reminded her.
Long ago. When ] was-when l
didn't understand Our Square"
And now, of course, our every feel
ing and thought is an open book to
your penetrating vision"
Her lip Quivered. Il don't know
why you should want 10 be so hate
full to me-" she said. appealingly.
LNnr 4.ae-l III, IL,
swered that appeal with a look that
thrilled and daunted her. ITO keep
from being something that I've no
right to be-" he muttered.
How many more sittines do you
think it will take to finish the pic
ture?' she asked, striving to get on
safer ground.
Only one, l suppose" he answered
morosely.
ouch was Julien's condition Of mind
after that last sitting that he &C.
tually left the precious portrait un.
guarded by neglecting to lock the
door of the studio on going out, and
the Bonnie Lassie and l, happening
in, beheld it in it's fulfillment A slow
flush burned it's way upward in the
Bonnie Lassie's face as she studied it
Hes done it,' she exclaimed
Flower and flame! Why did l ever
take to sculpture? One can't get
that in the metal"
Hes done it, I echoed.
"Of course, technically, it's rather q
sloppy picture"
IT'S a glorious picture I cried.
Naturally that" returned the ex.
asperating critic. 1T always will
be-when you paint with your heart
blood"
do you think your friend Bobbie
appreciates the medium in which she's
presented?'
IF she doesn't-which she probably
does"-said the Bonnie Lassie. "she
will find out something to her ad-
vantage when she sees me tomor-
row. I'm going home to phone her"
In answer to the summons, Bobbie
came. She looked. 1 thought. as l saw
her from my bench, troubled and per-
picked and softened. and glowingly
lovely. At the door of the Bonnie
Lassie's house she was met with the
challenge direct.
What have you been doing to my
artistic ward?"
Nothing replied Bobbie with I'M
wonted meekness. and to prove it re-
lated the incidents of the touring car
the supper at the Taverne Splendide
and the encounter with the paternal
colorist.
That isn't Julien's father" said the
scluptfess. Hes only an adaptive
father. But Julien adores him, as
he ought to. The real father. so I've
heard. was French gentleman
Il don't care who his father vast
cried Bobbie (the Bonnie Lassie's face
took on the expression of an exclama-
ton point. Il can't bear to think of
his having to do servants work. And
l told him so yesterday"
Did you look like that while you
were telling him?"
Like what? l suppose So
And what did he do?
DO? He didn't do anything"
''Then," pronounced the Bonnie Las
sic. hes stick of wood-hardwood-
with knothole for heart"
He isn't! Well. perhaps he is. He
about what?'
"About taking money"
I'm prophecies. And you're a
patroness. Born in us, I suppose. You
did try to give him money"
Just to loan it. Enough so that he
could go to study and paint. He
I-offered to buy the picture of me,
and he said-he said-Cecily, do you
think he's sometimes little queer in
Not in the head. necessarily. What
did he say"
HE said he'd bought it himself at
the highest price ever paid. And he
said it SO obstinatelythat / saw it was
no use, SO just told him that hoped
I'd see him when came back
Back from where? Are you going
away?'
Yes. Didn't l tell you? On three
cruise
Had you told him that"
"Of course. That's when I tried to
get him to take the money. Cecily"-
the girls voice shook little-"youll
tell him. won't you. that he must keep
on painting"
"Why? Doesn't he intend tor
HE said he'd painted himself out,
and he didn't think he'd ever look at
color again."
He will" said the Bonnie Lassie,
wisely and comfortably. Grief is
just as driving a taskmaster as lo-i
as other emotions"
Grief" The girls color ebbed.
"Cecily! You don't think I've hurt
him?"
The Bonnie Lassie caught her in a
sudden hug. Robbie" she said.
DO you know what I'd do in your
place."
NO. WHAT"
I'D go right-straight-ba to Ju-
lien Tenneys studio" She paused I
mpre ssively.
"Yes?" said the other. family
"And I'd walk MISUNDERSTANDING !
10 Julien Tenney-" Another pause. |
even more impressive.
II d-d-don't think "a like"
"And I'd say to him: Julien. will |
YOU marry me?' Like that"
oh" said Bobbie. in outraged |
"And maybe" continued the Bon
1ie Lassie, judicially, maybe I'd kiss !
lim. Yes. I think l would"
Suddenly all the bright softness of |
3obbies eyes dissolved in tears. You !
ought to be ashamed of yourself" she |
;obbed. |
"You won't be ashamed of Xour-