The Washington times., 1928-11-29

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"Come and lunch with the most
famous painter In the world.
Carroll smiled. as gaily he offered
her his arm. II am going 70 be
that, you know. once ! have
painted you. !"
n was with & little feeling of
power that Madge sat at lunch
with him. Wonderful enough to
Sc young and beautiful and To be
eating delicious food under an
awning On balcony that over.
looked the green Of Central Park
but stiil more wonderful 10 have
II m her power to- Inspire an art
ist. To help him climb to heights
IN vet tnrealized! And added To
an this. the partly unconscious
thrill that his very presence gave
her Inade that luncheon . memoir
able repast.
t.f5ardy,r Carroll Instructed It
the end OF lunch. you can 50
out this afternoon.
Madge smiled grafefully.
mo one can enter the studio.
4 Carroll explained, from the ser.
vantss quarters once one door is
locked, but j thought you would
feel more comfortable Il sent him
out. Now he went on In b pt1r-
pOseIy n1atter-Of.fact voice, will
you 50 up to that room YOU used
be6ore2 You WIN find d models
cloak up there--a new one that ]
ordered especially for YOU"
AZ Madge went mp to the little
staircase leading to the bedrooms
above, there was little glow Of
appreciation IN her heart Tor Car
rolls thoughtfulness.
Slowly she undressed, surveying
her reflection In q huge mirror.
She imagined that 1OveIinesgy cap
fured on CanyaeS, and while she
was Ghy, at the same time the
thrill remained.
She wrapped herself IN the cloak
1Of black velvet which she found
laid over the bed, and then slowly
made her way back to the studio.
Cautiously. Madge descended
three Of the stairs. Then she
paused, pulling the black velvet
tighter about her IissoKn form.
She closed her eyes and q treHCr
ran through her. Could sle2 One
foot felt backwards for the step
above her. IL was not too late to
retreat.
Two more steps down and again
she paused 90 doubt aagailed her.
Hadn't she read or heard Of girls
who had done just ti1is-later 80
bitterly TO regret it2 But then Car.
rOli4-wly, Carroll was different;
and with sudden determination,
Madge ran down the rest Of the
stairs and entered the studio
where Carroll was waiting her.
TO her relief, his manner was
entirely professional. He hardly
seemed to glance at her, and 1t Was
obvious that &C the moment he WAS
all artist, while the mere man
seemed to be absent.
II think / would like to have
you lying on that couch" ne said
quietly. ''Just rest easily on It,
one arm above your head. You
see what q gorgeous royal purple
that silk is. and ! think Il will
make q very striking background.
Obediently, Madge reclined on
the purple couch. and Carroll was
careful not to come near her. In
stead he stood behind his easel and
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he wanted Madge to pose. A little
to the left. The right arm q little
nearer the wall. He made Il an ab- !
soluteIy prosaic proceeding, % that
shyness and embarrassment left
her. and she began to wonder why
she had made such q fuss about
a very ordinary affair.
For half an hour or more, as
the pose was an easy one to hold.
Carroll worked busily with char.
coal, roughly sketching in the out
lines Of the figure. Then he paused.
Lets rest" he snggested, and
Madge gathered the cloak again
about her. reflecting that In It she
was more modestly dressed than
she would have been in q swim
ming suit on a beach.
She got up from the couch and
moved towards the easel.
"Can ! seer" she asked.
ssIt won't do YOU any good" he