The Prescott daily news., 1921-02-03
! 1g2I Western Newspaper onio""'

of me from city friends and her son She talked so fast l couldn't get Ill word edgewlse Then comes papa next. He. too, overwhelmed me. lh- yited to call in the evening. Sociai gathering. I go outside, breathleSS' Never knew I was so important De- fore. Then 1t all dawned on me
 "How. may 1 ask?" projected Payne susplciously.
 "Your coat"
 My coatf
 "Precisely You remember turning over a misfit to a poor struggling ar list friend, don't your
 "H'm-that's so.'
 "One of your cards happened to be in a side pocket. That was the one I gave the servant in mistake for my own"
 But when you came to explainT
 q didn't explain" replied Gordon brazenly-"h haven't since; don't see how I can nowH
 "What"
 "No." coolly announced the artist. '4ntroduced and accepted as Mir. Payne-courted feted as the rich man worth knowing. Then I met Irma."
 "Whos shef"
 Sidney Worth's sister From the minute I have had but one ideal To paint her picture some day"
 "H'm" said Payne again thought fully. And what do you suggeSt?"
 Why we are going south day after tomorrow. With our fitting the cpl sode Is ended. No need of disagree able explanations. The Worths knew you were coming today. We'll run up there tonight Irma Is interested In art, music and all that and partIcu- larly wishes to know you"
 "To know Frank Gordon, the artist you mean?"
 The young millionaire did not leave Oakton with his friend that day, nor the next. In fact, from the evening when he was first introduced to Irma " VT II tue l'lCft NNtIlltil NINltliA ln- iected into his mind that life had new attraction and was well worth the living.
 Tt must be a grand life, that of yours," said Irma, Tt seems to me that the painter, the composer the poet live in a sphere far above the ordinary mortal. Mr. Payne gave me little book last evening. IL is called Idle Thoughts, and he says a friend of his wrote It.
 It was two evenings later. They stood together watching the rainbow glintingS from the flowing fountain. when some one came rushing up the walk
 "Why, it's brother" cried Irma.
 You here, Paynew exclaimed Sid. ney Worth, after he had greeted his sister affectionateIy. And Gordon too,' he added, catching sight of the artist on the porch, and rushing off to greet him.
 He called you Mir Payne" mur- mured Irma in a mystifed tone.
 Payne was Wretchedly silent
 You should paint picture of the fountain in the moonlight Mr. Cor. don"
 IT never painted anything" hIundered out Payne in desperation
 What" she laughed-"Mr. pavno the artist who won the academy prize?"
 T am not Mr. Payne, l am not an artist declared Payne in full con fession, Miss Worth, have some. thing dreadful to confess"
 And then and there Payne told his story He found hma more aston. ished than offended. She sighed lit tle Then she lifted her eyes to bis
 Yes continued Payne in q desnon dent tone. "I am poor idpal to con. slider The only thing I evyr did ey cept to spend money was to writo that volume of Idle Thoughts, and 'nbody ever seemed to understond l." '''''l'' You wrote that bookf" cried rr,,,o her eyes radiant with delight "1 nn ierstand it," and then she drowned her glance and bushed at so onenlr betraylnQ her appreciation.
 T would like to write latte. :. l you" said Payne. "dspictinv r,v sN