The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-07-16

Ike this Isobcl said softly.
looked up from the writing.
pad on my knee and she met my
glance with a smile of contrltion
"Ah," she said. 81 forgot that I
must not talk. indeed. did not
mean TO, but look"
followed her oyes,
well" said, tell me what you
sec"
There Hre 50 many beautiful
things she murmured. "Do you
see how thick and green the grass
ia In the meadows there? How the
quaker grasses glimmer?-y call
them so, do you not?--and how
those yellow cowslips shine like
gold? What world OF color Il all
seems London is so gray and cold.
and here-look at the sea, and tho
sky, with all those dear little fleecy
white clouds, and the pink and
white of all those wild roses wound
In and out OF the hedges. oh, Ar.
mold. 1t is all beautiful"
Even without motor carl"
remarked.
She looked at me a little resent
fully.
Motoring is very delightful" she
said, although you do not like IL.
or course, II would be nice II Ar.
thur We're herc!"
She looked away from me sea
wards, and found myself studying
her expression with an interest
which had something more in II
than mere curiosity. At odd times
lately had fancied that | could
see it coming, To-day, for the first
time. was sure. The smooth
transparency of childhood, the un.
restrained but almost animal play
of features aud eyos, reproducing
with Photographic accuracy every
small emotion and joy-these things
were passing away. Even before
her time the child was seeking
knowledge. AS che sat there, with
her Etcadfast eyes fixed upon tho
smooth blue line whore sea and
sky met who could tell what
thoughts were passing in her mind?
Not |, not Madame, nor any OF US
into whose caro- she had come.
only | knew that she saw new
things, that the rush of more
complex and stronger lifn was
troubling her, the sweet pangs OF
its birth were already tugglng at
her heartstrings My pencil rested
idly in my fingers, my eyes. like
hers, sought that distant line, be-
yond which lies ever the world OF
ones own creation What did she
see there, | wondered? Never
again should he able TO ask with
tho full certainty Of knowing all
that. was in her mind The time
had come for delicate reserves, the
time when the child OF Yesterday,
with the first faint notes Of a new
and wonderful song stealing into
her heart, must fence her new
modesty around with many sweet
illusions and barriers, fairy Crea-
tlons 10 he swept aside later on In
one glad momcnt-hy the one
chosen person, rhcs was A. cold.
ness in nay heart when | realized
that the time had come even for
the child who had tripped so lightly
into our lives so short a time ago,
TO pass away from us into that other
and moe complex world II was
the decree of sex. natures immu-
table law, sunderinE playfellows,
severing friendships, driving its un.
willing victims into opposite corners
of the world, with all the pitiless.
ness Of natural law Nevertheless,
the thought Of thSse things as
looked at lsohel made me sad. She
was Young indeed for these days TO
come. for the shadows 10 steal into
her eyes, and the song OF trouble
10 grow in her heart
Tell me-" ! asked softly. what
You see beyond that blue line?"
81 can tell you more easily" she
said, g,anCiug down with a faint
smile at my empty pages, what I
see by my side-a very lazy man.
And she continued, Crumpling a
little ban Of heather In her fingers
and throwing IL with unerring aim
at Allan, another one over therel"
MY picture" Allan protested, is
finished"
"Nonsense," she exclaimed, pre-
pairing to rise, hut he waved her
back.
In my mind" he added. Don't
misunderstood me, The casual and
ignorant observer glancing Just now
at my canvas might come to the
same conclusion as you--a conclu.
sion, by-the-bye. entirely erroneous.
/ viii admit that my canvas is un.
spoiled. Nevertheless, my picture
Is painted"
She looked across at him re.
proachfully.
ALLAN, how dare you!" she OK
claimed. only Arnold has the