The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-07-02

us that the hot was all right. She
looks well enough in It, surely"
"lsobol looks ripping!" Arthur
declared, "but then, she looks rip
ping in anything. All the same,
the hats old-fashioncd You look
at the hats those girls are wearing.
who've Just come in-flat, bunchy
things, with flowers under the
brim. That's tho style Just now"
'lsobel shall have one. then"
declared. "Wo will take her West
tomorrow. We can afford it very
well"
She came up 10 us beaming She
was year older. and her skirts
were n foot longer Her figure
was, perhaps, shade more deyel.
oped, and her manner little more
assured. In other respects she was
UNCHANGED.
What are you two old dears wor-
rylng about?' she exclaimed light.
ly. "Yog have The air Of conspir-
ators. No secrets from me, please.
What is It all about?"
1--WE are lamentng the antiquity
Of your hat" Madame answered
grayely. Arthur assures us that
II is out of date It ought to be
flat and bunchy, and It isn't!"
"Geesei" she exclaimed lightly,
Doth Of you! Arthur, I'm ashamed
of'you You may know something
about motors, but you are very ig-
norant indeed about hats. Come
along, all OF you, and gaze at my
YatTtluffsrng ~ 1,,R,gfyfy
how they look framed"
"As regards the hat began.
IL will not hear anything more
about IT," she Interrupted, laugh.
ing "Of course, If you don't like
to be seen with me--oh! Why,
look! look"
We had stopped before a case Of
miniatures In the front row were
two somewhat larger than the
others, and Isobel's first serious at.
tempts. Behind each was stuck a
little ivory board bearing the magic
word Sold"
Sold" Arthur exclaimed incred.
ulously.
ct may be a mistake" I said
slowly.
Madame and 7 exchanged Flances.
We knew very well that, though the
miniatures showed promise of tall
ont; they were amateurish and i'm
perfect, and the reserve which we
had placed upon them was quite
out of all proportion to their merit.
1t must surely be a mistakel We
followed Isobcl across the room. A
little elderly gentleman was sitting
before a desk, engaged in the leis-
urely contemplation of a small
open ledger. lsobel had halted in
front of him. There was a delicate
flush Of pink on her cheeks, and her
eyes were brilliant.
Are my miniatures sold. please"
she exclaimed. MY name is Miss
de Sorrens. They have a small
ivory board just behind them which
says Sold"
The elderly gentleman looked
up, and surveyed her calmly over
the top of his spectacles.
What did you say that your
name was, madam, and the num-
Der Of your miniatures?' lie in
quircd.
Miss Isobel de Sorreus," sne
answered breathlcssly, "and my
miniatures are number two hun.
dred and seven and eight-a por.
trait Of an elderly lady, and two
hundred and eightynine-a child"
The little old gentleman turned
over the pages Of his ledger in a
very leisurely fashion, and con-
suited a recent entry.
Your miniatures are sold
Miss de SOrrens," he said FOR
the reserve price placed uponf
them-twenty guineas each. The
money will be paid TO you on tho
close of the exhibition, according
to our usual custotA'
Please tell me- who bought
them" she begged. Il want to be
take"
There is certainly no mistake"
he answered, smiling. "The first
one was bought by-let me see
a nobleman in the suite Of the
Archduchess OF Bristlaw. the
Baron Won Leibingen. believe
that Her Highness is proposing to
visit the exhibition this afternoon.
The other purchaser paid CASH
but refused his name. All! tx.
cuse mel"
lie rose hastily, and moved to.
ward the door. A little group OF
people were entering, before
whom the bystanders gave way
with all that respect which the
British public invariably displays
for Royalty. Isobel watched them
with frank and eager interest,
Madame and l moved over to her
side.
rs it true?" asked her.
He says So" she answered. still
n little bewildered. Arnold, can
you imagine It? Forty guineasl
I-I"-
There followed an amazing inter
lude. The little party of newcom-
crs, before whom everyone was
obsequiously giving way, came face
to face with us Madame and |
stepped back at once, but Is6bel re-
NAMED motionless An extraor-
dinary change had come over her.
Her eyes seemed fastened upon
the woman who was the central
figure OF the little procession, ana
the girl who walked by her side.
Someone whispered to her to move
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