Evening star., 1932-11-06
Romance---and a qirj
who resolved not to
mix love and business

against tree, and started to read a magazine
she had brought long.
For nearly an hour she read. But the after
noon breeze. caressingly cool, and laden with
the balm of resinous odors, was conducive to
slunber. Her eyelids dropped lower and lower.
The magazine slipped from a relaxed hand, and
Marie was asleep.
It was sometime later when she awoke with
a start-and found herself staring into the
dark eyes of young man seated on rock.
He chuckled as he extended piece of
sketch paper on which was drawn, and with
marked genius, the figure of a girl as eep un-
der tree.
Marie looked at it for moment. Very
well done, as much as I hate to admit it,
she said laughingly. 4 suppose you're going to
title it Innocence'?"
I'D take chance that title-yes''
She flushed a trifle.
Thanks. I presume that I have the
pleasure, and distinction, of addressing some
famous artist. You're too young to be the
Old Man of the Mountains Since there's
no one else to do the honors, my name is
Marie Brown"
Brown" Again he chuckled softly. Then
that makes me Bill Smith, guess. So you're
another mysterious Miss Brown?" He seemed
a bit mcredulous
Believe it or not.
He changed the subject. Stopping down at
the Horseshoe
She nodded. Are you?"
"Yes. Strange 1 haven't noticed you before.
!. I've been there for the past week"
He rose folded his sketch, tucked it in his
pocket and said, Think I'll 60 back to the inn.
Going?"
"Yes-Mr. Smith. And if the humble model
may walk beside the great artist"
The pleasure is all mine Miss Brown" He
smiled down at her. Am I forgiven for slip
ping up on you and brazenly sketching your
picture while you were asleep?"
Il think so. Imagine how fortunate I am
that it wasn't mountain lion. Which all goes
to show that there afe some things even worse
than forward young men"
Cruel woman! Forgive me- and 1 swear
that I shall spend the rest of my life trying
to atone for"
mo swearing around here" she said Let
us hie to the inn"
THAT evening Bill Smith ate dinner at Marie's
table while other gentleman guests shot
envious, dagger-like looks at him. One stocky,
blond chap by the name Of Wycof even went
so far as to humble the wish that that Adonis
eating at Miss Americas table would choke"
But the girls companion didn't choke In
stead he talked entertainingly of things other
than himself; smiled spontaneously and made
himself otherwise agreeable to rather lonely
young lady who was used to-and now missed
the crowds.
And Mr.. Smith, after dinner, suggested that
they take a boat ride on the lake. Three
things warned Marie against accepting his In
vitation-intuiton, experience and young
moon poised above towering peak.
Calm, moonlit lakes inspire romance; and the
romantic impulse SO she reasoned, prompted
young to forget that they were strangers.
But she went.
The following day Bill and Marie went fishing
together. They hiked for miles along the wind
ing banks of a swift-fowing creek. At noon
they stopped, built campfire, and the young
man made coffee in a tin can and baked
half dozen trout on the Goals.
The next day they fshed in another stream:
and on the following day they tried to pan
gold In rusty frying pan And that night In
BiIls roadster, they drove up a narrow, treach-
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