Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-04-09

| of longing can Withstand 1t. 30 vague
ly she began to apprehend coming
time when, instead of flying from her
sorrow, 1t might be to state more
unhappy yet, she would be able TO race
| it, even to OUTAGE 1t unafraid, lts
master and her own.
However, that was only toward the
Meanwhile she was faithful to her
word, faithfully regulated her life In
accordance with the scheme suggested
by Fosdick She started portrait OF
Ada Meyer and worked al II steadily
every morning. and in amazingly rev
sittngs managed TO make the painted
canvas body forth the implsh charm
Of that lady. her Irresistible gay i'm
pudence. This In spite of the fact
that Ada posed poorly and peryaded
the studio with an atmosphere of IN
feetious responsibility that was most
demoralizing to seriOus-minden
artist--and did Priscilla no end OF
good.
In the afternoon she lahored more
soherly but no less successfully upon
composition employing two profess
sional models, a mother and daughter
painting famously we'll. with ae-
cislon new in her work, with A dash
ing technique whose secrets she had
newly surprised and whose manipula-
ton proved an abiding JOY
In between there were luncheons at
Avignon, Del's. the Ritz, with the
women of her world. and others with
professional workers like herself IN
dingy, amusing little holes of restau-
rants with which that part of Green
witch Village Immediately adjacent TO
her studio was riddled. And after the
light failed there were teas, motoring
and bridge parties, dinner, the theater,
Alike to work and to play she gave
herself without reserve, entering with
unwonted animation Though nobody
thought 1t feverish) into whatever d.
version the hour offered. And II at
times there was an undernote Of sad
ness in her laughter Swallowed visit
fulness In her eyes, WEAKNESS In her
gesture, she was the first to notice
and swift to dissemble. So that none
remarked any change in her, more
than an access of loneliness and
charm at once elusive and insistent,
and she was more than ever sought
after, importuned, courted, wooed. A
dozen conquests were added to her
score in that too brief lull. But she
seemed altogether unaware of them.
save as friends, and moved sedately
among them, adorably pretty, tantaliz-
ingly desirable, exasperatingly de-
tached. In those days she liked all
men and Loved none none but
one
Not Philip Fosdick.
With herself she was honest and
unpretending: If Mario was never for
her, she was for no one else.
She was patient in confidence of ulti-
mate emancipation. Already she had
gained much. The question of her
sanity no longer harassed her. More:
she had ceased to dream Of Leonora.
Or rather. she no longer remembered
what she dreamed. She Weakened every
morning from night whose dream
content was blank-if she had dream
ed at ALL She was far from satisfied,
however, that she had ceased to dream.
It seemed to her that she had ceased
merely to remember. For in spite of
the cessation of her dreaming the
sense "a the liaison persisted; never
had she felt more near to LeonOra,
more intimately sharer in her psychic
life.
Now and again there would come
without warning, without any encour-
agement of conscious wish or thought,
feeling of identity with that other,
of understanding, of personal partici-
patton In Leonora's happiness, that
brought a strange exaltation of spirit,
paradoxically akin to that happiness
which life refused her. And at such
times she would experience indefinite,
teasing gllmpses into Leonora's pres
ent OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES no sooner
granted than snatched away, of life
half known, half foreign, like a stir of
shadow shapes in the depths of the
dark mirror of her unconscious mind.
(TO BE CONTINUED)