Looks Green,' would be a better-title
to my mind. I never saw a healthy
young woman with that sort of com
plexion." "How delicious!" whispered Agnes
in John's ear, squeezing his harfd.
That sort of criticism was too igno
rant tr cHntr
M Still, when a gentleman with a
square beard, looking for all the
world like a successful banker,
stopped and said to his companion,
"That 'Girl in Green' is one of the
best things here this year," they were
breathless with happiness. For the
stout, square-bearded gentleman was
none other than Sir Valentine
Sparks, one of the greatest of English
A mild, inoffensive-looking elderly
woman in gray, overhearing the re
mark that had been made, stopped in
front of the painting and surveyed it
critically. Then she turned to John.
"Is that a really good painting?"
asked the elderly lady. "A truly val
"That picture, madam, while not
the finest thing in the academy, is
undoubtedly a very fair specimen of
the modern English school," said
John. "I happen to know that the
author is placing a valuation of a
thousand pounds upon it."
"Dear me!" said the elderly lady.
"'Girl in Green!' How interesting!
. I must really have a better look at it
Where are my glasses?"
She pulled an absurdly large bag
from her muff and fumbled nervously
with it for quite a minute before she
managed to get it open. Then she
pulled from tne interior not a pan
nf Hjjrrps. hut a verv servirpahlp
Smash! Rip! Rip! Rip! The can
vas was torn into shreds and long
strips hung from the frame before
John, aided by half a dozen men in
the vicinity, could rush forward and
stay the work of devastation.
"There!" screamed the lady, trans
formed all at once into a virago.
"That's what yoa-get for letting deal 1
Mrs. Pankhurst starve to death!"
"A suffragette!" screamed an offi-
cial, maneuvering cautiously around
her. "Have you got her? Then let
me get at her!"
For about three minutes longer
the academy room was filled with a
struggling crowd, each member oj
which seemed supremely anxious to
lay hands upon a struggling old lady
who, bonnetless, and with disheveled,
clothing, was giving as good an ac-
count of herself, as was possible un,
der the circumstances. At last she1
was placed-1n the charge of a police
man and' conveyed away.
John stood lookiilg ruefully at her
handiwork. The painting was injur
ed beyond all possibility of repair.
There were half a. dozen verticaLand
three or four horizontal slashes in it
each extending nearly the whole ex
tent of the picture, which had. been
cut literally into ribbons. "
"John,, dear!" whispered Agnes,
slipping her hand into his. She knew
the bitterness in.hjs heart He had
spent so many weeks trying to create
her, plain little Agnes Manton, as she
knew herself to be, Into the reproduc
tion of the image that lay enshrined
in his heart. And this was the end!
Slowly they went out of the acad
emy, followed by a small sympathetic
throng, which had guessei the trag
edy from the likeness between Agnes
and the woman in the picture.
"I'll paint you again, Agnes," he
said. "Do you know, somehow I was
not quite satisfied with that It
wasn't nearly as pretty as you are."
Suddenly he brightened up. He
stoppfd still in the street "Agnes,
what a fortunate thing!" he exclaim-r
ed. "I know what the trouble was.
I ought to have painted you as I inr
tend to now, in our new house, with
the antique furniture. Agnes, isn't it
lucky I insured the picture for a thou
Cut flowers will last well if a piecs
of saltpeter be added to the water in
which: they stand. t
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