The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-02-06

Istare, but Miss Raoul still arguing
 with the bowler-hat one, picked it
 up and mechanically began to undo it.
 Her screech of excitement when Marks sketches of her lay open to her gaze, stamped her forever an artist. For these were not car- iactures, they did not display her art, but only herself, her ugliness, her unvomanliness. And yet they cid not make her just any ugly scarecrow of a woman. She was magnificently-someone.
 She pushed the admiring circle aside.
 Go! Be away! I have not money now, not anything I am break. Which why should I checks write when I have not any mon- ey?" There was a great deal of fuss, but she Tapped the sketches in their faces and at last pushed the other artist body aside. Me l1genius, you miscree- -ationsr she shouted, slammed the door upon them and came back to sit upon the couch next to Mark.
 They're better than anyone else's so far. They're me. What are they appearing in?" She had abandoned her "jargon" without any explanation, and Marks sur prised chuckle was tribute to her good sense.
 'D'you mean, what periodical? None. I've not offered them any where"
 You're giving them to me then?"
 "Oh, dear no! If you want them you can buy them. I'm asking twenty pounds each for them"
 Miss Raoul, still in her makeup and her velvet, leaped to her feet, swore that she would throw him out after the others and sat down again beside him. T can't pay you for a bit" she informed him. T really am broke"
 Then you'd better borrow from someone. I'm broke, too, and, in any case, made up my mind years ago I'd never be careless about money if I had a chance .of making any"
 1T can't borrow. There's no one left to borrow from. Unless-I might get a favor from Farrell Armitage"
 You'll do no such thing" said Mark sharply. 'I'll do all the bor- rowing from Armitage. He's mine"
 She relinquished the sketches abruptly, went back to her dress ing table and stared at herself in the glass.
 You're a bit above yourself, aren't you, MT. Mark Lodely2 Hon. |estly?"
 I'm the usual temperamental artist. Ask Armitage."
 You can't pull that stuff with me-Ive got a temperament my self Whats behind you? What are you doing?'
 Hating and loving"
 She clicked her fingers impa- tiently.
 Who? Why?" AS he did not reply she answered herself-"One Iof the people you hate is Farrell Armitage. I understand that. Why do you take such a lot from him, them"
 Perhaps because I rather think hes taken something from me" Mark had spoken on impulse and because he liked the sound of the retort. And certainly, a part of his mind, perceptively alert, had toyed with the idea that Armit- age might be sentimentally inter- tested in Barbara. But it was an idea barely worth weighing. It don't really matter whether it had any foundation. Barbara would never-it was faint Fly ridiculous to think of Barbara, the patient housemaker, as desert ling in favor of a monied life. A lslow-moving, plodding, home -lov- ing creature-Barbara an excel lent type to settle down with one day; a beautiful background to | life.
 What did you say?" he asked Miss Raoul.
 T said I'd back Farrell Armit- age against you any day of the week if he has really made up his mind to anything. He knows how to work and you don't"
 Quite undisturbed Mark again indicated the skeaches.
 There's work in those"
 I'm not so sure that there is," Miss Raoul examined them anew. They're good. I don't deny that. But in way I'm an easy subject just because I am such a freak. There's a good deal more luck