New Britain herald., 1921-10-12
The Astounding Question the
 Strange Woman Asked.

l think in Robert Savarins mind, as in mine, there was no thought of pity for the queer woman we lad found painting in the middle of the Woodstock village road and who now was sobbing in the tonneau of the car, with Lillian's ready arm around her, LilI'an's tender hands stroking her head.
 We had so suarded Lillian in her long convaleScence that nothing un- pleasant had come near her, and here was an outbreak, violent and hysterical, that was extremely likely to upset her. But We both knew Lil- Han we'll enough to realize that the only thing we could do to, end the situation was to relieve the cause, whatever it might be, of the bizarre looking creatures emotion.
 Better drive on a bit, Robert" Lillian said softly. We'll be out of the village in another turn or two, and can talk without attracting at- tention.''
 He did as she suggested, and by the time we had reached spot where there was the required isola- ton, the sobs of the woman had quieted, and she was hunting madly in the bag at her waist for some- thing she evidently desired greatly.
 Don't let him turn around" she whispered to Lillian, and then I saw that her tears had made dirty fur rows in her rouge and powder, and that she had taken from her bag 8 small mirror and the necessary ma terials for repIenishing her complex ion.
 +, back, and I saw her eyes stray to Robert Savarin's face with the look which only his presence brings to it., and I guessed that she was compar- ing this man who adored her as she was and for herself with Harry Un- derwood, at whose demand she had for SO many years disguised her real self will atrocious makeup as this other poor soul was not doing in q vain effort to keep the youth that had long fled.
 of He Would"
 You must think I'm a yellow gut ter and an awful fool, Lil,' she said from the moment she had come to the si,N of the car she had ignored me as if I were not present and I guessed that the sight of any younger woman who did not need makeup angered her-I have seen plenty of her type "But to tell you the truth, I'm just about at the end of every thing. I haven't sold a picture in ages, but I've got lot of 'em hung in an auction sale the colony's giv- ing today over at the art gallery though it would be good advertis- ing stunt to sit down there in the middle of the road and paint. Lots of the others do it at different times because there's a splendid view oi the mountain from precisely that spot But I figured further, that because there are a lot of people here today from all the summer re sorts to attend the auction-some o1 'em have come seventy-f1ve miles they might want to see some of my canvasses after having nearly TUT me down. But if this is MT. Savarir and he would" even her audacit! faltered at Robert Savarin's uncom promising back.
 cornmittaIly.
 "Why, you see, everybody wh' knows anything about art knows wh, Robert Savarin is,' Mrs. Bundle re turned And I thought that if he't just go into the auction and bid ol one of my pictures-the money woul' be paid to me, and I could return i Y to him if nobody else bid him up why, then if they knew who he was lots of people would bid over him because they would know he knew good thing and"
 Flashing Eyes.
 Her eyes went down before tn fire in Lillians.
 '.And you would ask him to prosti