The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-11-02
CAST OF CHARACTERS

CAST OF CHARACTERS
JILL WENTWORTH, heroine
attractive debutante.
NALAN JEFFRY, hero, rims
young artist.
BARRY WENTWORTH. Jill,
stepbrother.
JACK WENTWORTH. JILL,
brother.
SYLVIA SUTTON. oil heiress
Yesterday: Ardath Holm sets
her cap for Alan, after his break
with Jill. and arrives unannoune-
ed one day at his studio.
CHAPTER MI
Il hope I'm not intrudlng. Per
haps you are busy" Ardath be-
gan, humbly enough.
She had long ago realized that
humility is a becoming role for a
woman dealing with proud and
spirited man.
Il remembered the lovely pic
lures. and ! wanted to see them
in a nicer place
"No." Alan heard himself say
ING. % his own amazcmcut. IN a
courteous tone that held none of
his previous irritation. IL was
painting. but it is nothing that
cannot wait.
"Oh. please, Id love 70 see 4
picture in the making. Couldn't
l."
I'm afraid not" Alan answer
ed slowly. Il paint in my bed
room. you see. II isn't a very con-
ventional studio or prcScntable
place"
I'm not conventional. either.
And I'm not accustomed 20 or
DERBY places. I could never bear
to tidy up rooms. like some girls.
I'll have eyes only for the pic
turc."
Alan was amazed at her inter-
est He had not expected artistic
enthusiasm from this girl. He
had not expected anything. He
had scarcely been aware of her
those other times.
But today he was aware Of her.
Not with the same awarencSS that
Jill aroused IN him-a current Of
feeling flowing swcctly and deep
Is between them.
He knew this girl was here,
however. There was something
not unplcaSautly flattcring i'm the
intent look in her eyes. Her hair
was the blondcSt he had ever
seen. Her eyes were blond eyes,
too. if there could be blond eyes;
and if YOU could forge, the pur-
ple-black and very large irisrS.
4 tempeStuouS nature lurEcd
behind the calm, almost express
SionleSS face, he felt sure. She
might be none too sharp intellec-
tually, but she was emot,Onally,
Alan realized.
She had the fierce emotional
quality lurking in a sleeping
tigreSS. Yes, that was it, She
was a sort of superb animal \
type.
lie would like TO put her on
canvas. Paint her as a woman
who was emotionally asleep, with
a slow. sluggish smile on her
wide mobile mouth. 4 smile that
just touched her sleepy eyes. And
then paint her again aS q woman
awakened, with a fierce. posses
Sive light IN her eyes, her lips
curved for a CarcSS.
For Il course of woman Of this
type would have love affairs,
which would bur nout eventually,
without ever having aroused any
real or lasting devotion.
Alan had forgotten his pref
udice against having a woman, OF
any stranger, invade his private
Sanctum, anu had led the way
back 10 the studio. he raised the
shade high in the Widowed re-
cess. so that the rich tintS OF his
picture might be revealed To his
visitor.
He looked at his portrait; the
regal head Of young Russian
ariStocrat. as hc remembered her.
He felt a sudden diStaSte, think
ing of the two pictures which had
flashed into his mind moment
before.
This one. despite the rich red
Of the velvet scarf, the violct-hluc
eyes and shining back hair,
seemed strangely cOlnrlcSS in
comparison.
II like it," Ardath said.
Alan warmed 90 the simple
statement. She was ignorant. he
knew. Very ignorant about cul-
tural things. But she made no
pretenSc Of knowledge. for which
he admired her
"Who is She" Something
prickcd through Arlath'S throaty
tone. Alan recognized il indirfcr-
emily as something close 10 jcal-
ouSy. The recognition Of every
woman of every other woman aS
a rival.
He smiled a little. 4 smile that
lifted the gravity on his hand
some. lean young face.
"She was a girl knew in Pet
rograd." he explained. "She was
of noble birth. but when | met
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