Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1941-01-10
|Temperamental
Artist Expresses
His Love in Strange
Ways.
TWO PARTS-PART ONE


vrs Driscoll handed back TO Lucy
NV the dress skirt she had been
,eEriug and turned on the little
nstrgss her warm and iriehoiy
~ exactly the right length now,
She said, land beautifully done.
I'M YOUR work. | don't know what
Id become of me or how I'd look
on didn't come one day 4 week ana
y ms clothes in order"
news plain little face flushed with
ssIre and her brown eyes shone
tribute was an accustomed one,
she never tired OF 1t.
r. Lucy COnroy. who loved and hon
r her as the finest woman she had
known, Mrs. Driscoll had all the
man virtues and none Of the human
!ts. Lucy loved her devotedly and
her see that she did: and the older
imam who was human enough to
preCiate admiration and devotion,
m!red the little woman's loyalty amt
kTne skill, she knew, was largely due
her own instruction. Mrs. Driscoll
MD do almost anything and could
il well. She was childleSS widow
hing alone. Her apartment was per-
ct Her home life ran smoothly, for
had taught her one maid TO be as
ficient a home-worker as she was
erself. Lucy was no help at house
brk. Mrs. Driscoll was glad Lucy had
yer married. She was sure Lucy was
cook; and Notwithstanding Lucy's
eetneSS and gentleness she was con-
(nced that Lucy would be bad home
laker and a weak mother. She would
Il her husband and her children rule
er. She would ruin them both.
That reflection, often in Mrs. Dris-
bills mind, was in it today as she
.miled down at Lucy. The SeamstreSS
fas largely Mrs. Driscoll's creation:
ut not even Katherine Driscoll could
! bake her into a housewife. 1t was a.
bis precise moment that Lucy admin
ktered to Mrs. Driscoll the first Sc
5ere shock she had ever given her.
Have you minute to spare,
ka'am?" she asked primly. Il know it's
! busy season. with Christmas and all,
but Id like your advice on an i'm
6ortant matter. I'm thinking OF get
|ing married, Ma'am."
Mrs. Driscoll stared at her, speech
Jess for once. Even if this had hap
bened 20 years ago she would have
been surprised. Lucy had always
keJmeC tO-Well, SO remote HUN iONe
etfairs. So far as that lady knew she
had never even had what Mrs. Driscoll
called "a follower" But being wise
student of human nature Mrs. Driscoll
realized that many women who had
,eemed indifferent to marriage at 20
made fools of themselves" as she
mentally expressed it. at 20. She over
,ame her surprise and met the sltua-
ion with her usual common sense.
Who is the man, Lucy and how
ong have you known him? Tell me
about him."
He's an Englishman, Ma'am,' she
aid land he's an artist. His name
S John Henry Howard. He came 10
America three years ago. I'm sure,
Lucy added. with a sudden catch OF
1reath, Il don't know what he sees
n me"
Mrs. Driscoll, who was considering
hat same problem, passed over the
emark. -,-,
rs he here in New York;" she asked.
And is he making a living?'
"Oh, yes, m. He's with the Wallace
Company, the architects who are put
ing up the new Modern museum.
Iohn Henry is doing the murals. He
5ets $500 a week, and sometimes more
lie says all I'll have to do after l
marry him is to run our HAT ana o.
lappy." ,,,,
Mrs. Driscoll brought out a some
yhat belated inquiry. From force Vi