Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1957-10-06
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feeling he told her in French tuckng her portfolio
under his arm ~As fellow artist Of sorts, please take
my advice
She hestated for moment The blue eyes considered
him. Then she nodded and they staggered OF along the
deck toeeiher The swell was increasing Presently they
faced one another across table in the nearly deserted
dining room. Gregory ordered dry champagne.
He learned that his fascinating acquaintance was
"MiRnon," who earned her living drawing carcatures
for one Of the Paris weekly journals. but had already
exhibited two paintings al the Salon.
your card says you are doctor. never heard Of
doctor Of painting"
Greeorv Iauehed happily. And he told her how dur
inc his two years at the Sorbonne, where he had COM
peied his studies he had found time also to study ant
which had been his first choice as profession.
Il. too. am bred-in-the-bOne Bohemian Mignon."
oh, know you are" Across her piquani
face a shadow Of compassion passed. what pity
you changed your mind. Don't you think science IS
going too far? Isn't upseng the balance Of nature?
Science creates horrible things. and AT creates beauty"
you have something there, MignOn."
She watched him Wistfully. -You must often think
Of those Paris days. Of the careee life Of the students
At the aIeliey You lived in two different worlds. Do
you never regret the one you gave upg
Gregory refIIed MignOns glass; Those compassion
ATE blue eyes were oddly disturbing. Il sometimes
wonder.
MiRnOn AZ the customs shed. But, somehow, IN the
crowd At Dover he lost sight Of her. He walked from
one end Of the boat train to the other but couldn't see
her anywhere until looking farther aeld. he caught
glimpse Of a sleek Jaguar gliding away from the dock.
Mignon was in the passengers seat
He concluded that black and white art paid better
than science research and said eoOd-by TO dream.
II was raining BY the time the train reached London
From his hotel suite Gregory called Kings Collese but
he could find nobody there from whom to eet partic-
lars about arangements for his lecture. He ordered
some liquor to be up &c and soda. and wondered
how he was going TO kill time until the rain stopped
He wondered too, f he would ever see Mignon again.
Evidently the friends she had come 70 meet moved in
financial circe in which he would Be miyfit. Mignon?
She had given him no other name. But MignOn was
exactly the right one for her.
W.ienon seemed completely part Of the Bohe-
mian Paris that he loved Gregory took out skeching
block and soft pencil He began 70 draw figure. His
knowledge Of anatomy had helped him in the life class,
and he drew sweeping confident lines, blocked in the
features with bold touches Of light and shade At last.
he held the drawing away for critical look = and saw
a rough but recognizable sketch Of Mienon!
One thing wrong. He had captured her pose. the
slim lines Of her figure the oval face and smiling lips.
But her eyes had defeated his pencil.
He had been subconsciOusIy aware for some time Of
a sound which resembIed mufHed footsteps. but had
ignored il. And at this moment he became aware Of
the footsteps again.
They were soft but continuous. There was something
furve in this ceaseess padding. something eee. Al
one moment he thought II came from room above; at
another from the passage outside his own room "a
sort Of phantom patrol Once when the uncanny foot