Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-09-09
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ways restless as the devil when a
fresh idea hits me-"
When Gay ran down the front
steps of her apartment house, suit
case in hand, she saw Mark pacing
to and fro on the sidewalk with
nervous Impotence. While they
drove to the studio he talked in
cessantly, in jerky outbursts, of the
illness and recovery of Charlotte's
mother; of his own dull-as-ditch~
water month among rich idlers: Ut
his sudden grim resolve to paint .
name for himself in Detroit.
But when Gay was sitting in q
high backed chair on the models
platform, a Chinese wal]-hanging
of deep blue behind her. he was
deeply silent, or gave directions in
curt monosyllables.
He worked on and on, and Cay,
tired in every muscle, realized he
had no idea of time. When she
thought she would scream if she
had to hold the pose a moment
longer, he announced: "That'll be
all for tonight. Change your dress,
and TIL run you home"
When alle sat for him the next
evening. lis unshaven face and
haggard appearance made her
wonder whether he had stopped to
eat or sleep. By the end of the
week he looked CHASTITY.
"You won't be inviting Detroit
to an exhibition, Mark" she told
him during a rest period. "It will
be to your funeralw She laughed,
but her voice had an undertone of
earnestness.
Brush in hand, he stood back,
studying the unfinished portrait
intehtly4 "Eh, what? I seem to
be deaf, dumb and blind to every.
thing but this blasted picture.
Why, in heavens name, aren't
there more hours in the days and
nights"
Hasn't it ever occurred to you,
Mark, you need sleep once in a
while? And your beard
He darted her an amazed look.
Beard? 2" He rubbed his chin,
then shouted with laughter. bet
look like the wild man from
Borneo. You're right, Gay. do
need shave, and sleep, and food.
Usually Charlotte looks after me.
+. But this thing has got me
or rather, I haven't got it. You
seem to have dozen different per-
sonalities, and when 1 decide i've
collected them at last, I find some
new quality-an odd expression in
your eyes-a usefulness around
your mouth" 81
He drew an angry breath, gazed
at the canvas with narrowed ewes,
then twisted his face in that
amused grimace. Zone more hour,
then We'll quit for tonight. What
say we celebrate like regular
working gal and her boy friend.
Are you up to it? Eat in some
cheap but clean joint, and ride
around Belle Isle for excitement"
Simply too lovely!" Gay agreed.
"And swim, to make it q real
party!"
It was well along to 10 o'clock
when Mark called a halt on work,
and drove Gay to her fiat for her
bathing suit.
Surprised, she found a letter for
Miss Gay Elwell'', in the mail box
she shared with Jean. She didn't
get many letters. Irregularly,
Aunt Sophie wrote, or some school
friend. But this queer, old-fash-
toned handwriting! Who in the
world
Gay ripped open the envelope.
She'd only skim through the letter;
Mark detested waiting.
Blown by the winds of many
emotions, gratified vanity, humil-
ity, genuine feeling Of friendli-
ness and respect for Christian
Scott, Cay read his formal pro-
posal of marriage. 1t was written
aboard the Rankeela and posted
somewhere in eastern Canada.
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