The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1922-11-24
Chapter s

Chapter
had by this time become in a way
accustomed to Walters raphsodies yet
I felt a keener stab than ever before
as he continued to rave over the beau
tiful blonde. did not deny her beau
ty, no one could. But to hear ones
husband rave by the hour over anoth-
er woman, declare he would do any
thing to get her to sit" for him, isn't
the pleasantest thing in the world.
even taking into account his artistic
nature.
"She may feel insulted If you ask
her to sit for you. even II you succeed
in finding her." l suggested.
81 won't let her. I'll bet she's poor
not rich, rather. Her clothes were
not those of wealthy girl"
81 thought she was very nicely
dressed! that she looked very we'll"
shed look like an angel in any
thing
"Or nothing." I broke In. DO be
sensible. Walter Don't think every
good-looking woman you see will pose
for you"
THAT girls going to If IT takes me
a year to get her to. You mark what
/ say" And when Walter used that
tone, argument was useless
Two DAYS afterward he came home
ell excited.
give found her, Doreeni She's half
promised to pose for me-"
Found who?" / pretended ignor-
ance.
why, that beautiful blonde we saw
Saturday. And, by Jove, she's even
lovelier than thought"
'Who is she?"
"Her name is Helen Ralstrom. She
lives with an aunt up in the Bronx
She's taking course as a journalist.
thinks she'll be a writer. / told her
she'd mistaken her calling-that the
world of art, not letters, needed her.
think she needs money because af-
ter | talked a bit she said she'd let
me know In few days. But | shan't
walt, I'll give her just two days and
then go up there again"
| felt as II cold hand had clutch
ed my heart. Something warned me
that this beautiful blonde would bring
me unhappiness. A vague desire TO
do something to prevent Walter from
seeing her again possessed me. Yet
knew nothing could say would have
any effect-not in the mood he was in.
one girl over whose beauty he raved
this Helen Ralstrom.
Walter had his way. She consented
20 SIT for him. He was wild with de
light, talked of nothing else but her
charms and his picture with her as
the central figure. | could not help
acknowledge that all his enthusiasm
was that of the artist. that little or
nothing of the admiration Of a man for
woman was in it,
"As long he looks upon her only
as a model / am safe" said to my
self. But ] had caught CLEAN of ad
miration of him in her eyes that day
on the train; at least / thought it was
She had glanced up from heavily
dashed violet eyes when Walter had
asked me If she wasn't beauty. He
had spoken unguardedly, and probably
she heard 1t was then I thought
saw the CLEAN of admiration as she
looked at my handsome husband, his
face lit up with interest.
She lived with her aunt, Walter had
said, was probably quiet nice girl
and l was making myself miserable
over nothing. ] was an artists wife,
and should rejoice when he found
a suitable model for his work instead
OF grouching because | was jealous
] was really ashamed of myself al
times. I knew Waiter was an artist
when / married him. that he was TEN
peramental to a degree. and that he
had girl and women models. He was
really figure painter. | had known
all these things, yet l allowed myself
to be made miserable because he die
just what | knew he would do.
Father had said laughingly:
Being an artists wife, Doreen, Il
almost as bad as being a doctors
When we were first married you
mother had many a worrisome hou
for fear / would elope with one of m!
pretty young patients. Don't let your
self become jealous of your husband
business"
"Of course WON'T" had answered
gayly, then urged Mother to tell M
all about the time when she was jeal
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