Perth Amboy evening news., 1920-01-22
Moonlight and
Money
By Marion Rubincam
A TO LEAVE

CHAPTER 81
"When do you sail2" Murray But
Ter called across to Louise one a1teF-
noon in the studio.
IA week from today, September
&C." Louise answered, looking up
from her work.
"All ready to go?" he asked idly.
Eyes, | suppose so-why ?" Louise
glanced up from q figure of Red Rid
ing Hood she was trying to sketch
and looked over the big room at her
teacher. He was sitting with cross
ed knees on top of an old kitchen
STOOL; his immaculate clothes were
covered by a much-daubed painting
apron OF smock, and innumerable
cigarette stubs strewed h floor
around him. BY the number OF
stubs Louise learned to gauge the
amount of work he had spent on a
painting that day. His housekeeper,
coming in to straighten up or to
serve lunch or visitors,
never dared to clear his corner untll
the work on his easel was finished.
And visitors were frequent at the
studio. Butler loved Interruptions,
loved to drop his work and sit about
and smoke and talk. After greeting
them, Louise went back to her COR
ner and her work, and took as little
part in the conversation as possible.
To the dozens who dropped in on him
at all hours she was merely the
daughter of an old friend and a pupil
of the artist.
"Why?" Louise repeated.
81 thought ONE usually fused
around and shopped for months be-
fore they travelled. You'll be gone
g year, won't your"
"Oh, I've Clothes" Louise said in
differently. Part of the time I'm
going to live In camps and ride
horseback or muleback on mountain
trails with Father, SO I'll wear out
some old riding habits"
Sorry my work keeps me here"
Butler said. IT'S a bully life for g.
while and I'd like to accept your
Fathers invitation to go. We used
20 pal about a lot you know-long
ago.. before you were born, before he
eyen married"
"You never came to the house. SO
never knew Father had such a nice
friend" Louise said with one of her
irresistible, shy smiles.
mo, your Mother didn't like me"
Butler said briefly-and, to change
the%Abject, will you be glad to go?"
"Um-oh yes-indeed," Louise an
awered, very busily making Red Rid
ing Hoods cloak as vermilion as
possible. Butler wheeled around at
The sound of her voice.
Meaning o won't" ne said,
Little girl. 1t is the best thing in
the world for you, this trip, and a
year away from anything and any
body you Eve knew. You'll find
yourself, you'n come back knowing
1ust what you want to do. you'n have
q sane. clear, well-balanced point Of
view on life"
"I know Louise said meekly. But
her brush stayed idle and she her
self stared unseeingly at the red blur
that was the painted figures ape
Did he think she didn't know what
she wanted to do? She did not have
TO run away thousands Of miles to
find that out. She wanted Harry, Of
course. But she did not want to be
the little housewife. smiling a fare
well from the doorway, planning a
surprise dessert for the dinner, and
dressing in her prettiest to be ready
Cor his kiss of greeting at night. She
did not want the fluff and froth of
wifehood, as she had mi thought
she do. She wanted to Work with
him, to understand him when he
talked te~chnicaltties of house build
tng-more than that, to help him
plan his work. TO help him meet and
make friends Of people who would
help him in his career. OF course,
they would have a pretty home too,
snd a delightful, peaceful homelike
life, away from their work
Then she thought Of Mrs. Shafts
bury and all the feminine ST.
ancy which she had not yet learned