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THE NEWS-HERALD, HILLSBORO, OHIO, THURSDAY, JUNE 11, 1914.
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She appeared thoughtful.
"Oh, there are dozens of pretty
girls In the neighborhood. Can't you
remember where you met " She
stopped suddenly, a swift lbok of ap
prehension In her eyes.
He failed to note the look or the
broken sentence. He was searching
in his coat pocket for something. Se
lecting a letter from the middle of a
small pocket, he held it out to her.
"I sketched this from memory. She
posed all too briefly for me," he said.
On the back of the envelope was a
remarkably good likeness of Hetty
-Castleton, done broadly, sketchily,
with a crayon point, evidently drawn
with haste while the Impression was
fresh, but long after she had passed
out of range of his vision.
"I know her," said Sara quietly.
"It's very clever, Mr. Booth."
"There Is something hauntlngly fa
miliar about it," he went on, looking
at the sketch with a frown of perplex
ity. "I've seen her somewhere, but
for the life of me I can't place her.
Perhaps in a crowded street, or the
theater, or a railway train just a
fleeting glimpse, you know. But in
any event I got a lasting impression.
Queer things like that happen, don't
you think so 7"
Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward and
Bpoke to Leslie. As he turned, ohe
handed him the envelope, without
comment
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed.
"Mr. Booth is a mind reader," she
explained. "He has been reading
your thoughts, dear boy."
Booth understood, and grinned.
"You don't mean to say " began
the dumfounded Leslie, still staring
at the sketch. "Upon my word, it's a
wonderful likeness, old chap. I didn't
know you'd ever met her."
"Met her?" cried Booth, an amiable
conspirator. "I've never met her."
"See here, don't try anything like
that on me. How could you do thie
if you've never seen "
"He is a mind reader," cried Sara.
"Haven't you been thinking of her
steadily for1 well, we'll say ten min
utes?" demanded Booth. M
Leslie reddened. "Nonsense!"
"That's a mental telepathy sketch,"
said the artist, complacently. I
' "When did you do that?"
"This instant, you might say. See!
Here is tne crayon point. I always
carry one around with mo for just
'eucb, "
f T'A11 right," said Leslie blandly, at
ithe same time putting the envelope in
his own pocket; "we'll let it so at
that. If you're so clever at mind pic
tures you can go to work and make
another for yourself. I mean to keep
this one."
"I say," began Booth, dismayed.
"One's thoughts are his own," said
the happy possessor of the sketch. He
turned his back on them. '
Sara was contrite. "He will never
give It up," she lamented.
"Is he really hard hit?" asked Booth
,Jn surprise.
"I wonder," mused Sara.
"Of course he's welcome to the
sketch, confound him.'"'
"Would you like to paint her?"
"Is this a commission?"
"Hardly. I know her, that's all.
She is a very dear friend."
"My heart Is set on painting some
one else, Mrs. Wrandall."
"Oh!"
"When I know you better I'll tell
(you who she is."
"Could you make a sketch of this
other one from memory?" she asked
lllghtly.
"I think so. I'll show you one this
evening. I have my trusty crayon
tabout me always, as I said before."
Later in the afternoon Booth came
'face to face with Hetty. He was de
iscendlng the stairs and met her com
ing up. The sun streamed In through
the tall windows at the turn in the
stairs, shining full in her uplifted face
as she approached him from below.
He could not repress the start of
lamazement She was carrying a box
iof roses in her arms red roses whose
istems protruded far beyond the end
'of the pasteboard box and reeked of
a fragrant dampness.
She gave him a shy, startled smile
as she paesed. He had stopped to
make room for her on tho turn. Some
what dazed, he continued on his way
down the steps, to suddenly remember
-with a twinge of dismay that ho had
not returned her polite smile, but had
stared at her with most unblinking
Ifervor. In no little shamo and em
barrassment he sent a swift glance
over his shoulder. She was walking
cloee to the banister rail on the floor
above. As he glanced up their eyes
met, for she too had turned to peer.
Leslie Wrandall was standing near
the foot of the stairs. There was an
eager, exalted look In his face that
slowly gave way to well-assumed un
concern as his friend came upon him
and grasped bis arm.
i. "I say. Leslie, is she staylnir here?"
Georgb Barr
MCutcheon
Author of "Graustarkr
Truxtan Kingretc.
ILLUSTRATIONS ty HlSWCmTDBNG
OOPYR10HT-19IB B
GEORGE BARR MeCOTCHECH
COFYRIGHT.1911.BY
. TJODD.MEAD &- COMPAlTlf
cried Booth, lowerfng""his voice to an
excited half-whisper.
"Who?" demanded Wrandall va
cantly. His mind appeared to be else
where. "Why, that's the girl I saw on the
road Wake up! The one on the
envelope, you ass. Is she the one you
were telling me about In the club the
Miss What's-Her-Name who "
"Oh, you mean Miss Castleton. She's
just gone upstairs. You must have
met her on the steps."
"You know I did. So that la Kiss
Castleton."
"Ripping, Isn't she? Didnt I tell
you so?','
"She's beautiful. She is a type, just
as you said, old man a really wonder
ful type. I saw her yesterday and the
day oefore."
"I've been wondering how yon man
aged to get a likeness of her on the
back of an envelope," said Leotte sar
castically. "Most hve had a good
long look at her, my boy. It isn't a
snap-shot, you know."
Booth flushed. "It is an Impression,
that's all. 1 drew it from memory,
'pon my soul."
"She'll be immensely gratified, I'm
sure."
"For heaven's sake, Les, don't be
such a fool as to show her the thing," 1
cried Booth in consternation. "She'd
never understand."
"Oh, you needn't worry. She has a
fine sense of humor." I
Booth didn't know whether to laugh j
or scowl. He compromised with him
self by slipping his arm through that
of his friend and saying heartily:
"I wish you the beet of luck, old
boy."
"Thanks," said Leslie drily.
CHAPTER VIII.
In Which Hetty Is Weighed.
Booth and Leslie returned 'to tho
city on Tuesday. The artist left be
hind him a "memory sketch" of Sara
Wrandall, done in the solitude of his
room long after the rest -of the house
was wrapped In slumber on the first '
night of hie stay at Southlook. It was '
He Was as Deeply Perplexed as Ever.
as sketchily drawn as the one be had
made of Hetty, and quite as wonderful
in the matter of faithfulness, but ut-,
terly without the subtle something
that made the other notable. The
craftiness of the artist was there, but
the touch of Inspiration was lacking. I
Sara was delighted. She was flat
tered, and made no pretense of disguls-.
ing the fact.
The discussion which followed the
exhibition of the sketch at luncheon,
was very animated. It served to ex
cite Leslie to such a degree that ho
brought forth from his pocket the
treasured sketch of Hetty, for the pur
pose of comparison.
The girl who had been genuinely en
thusiastic over the picture of Sara,
and who bad not been by way of know
ing that the first sketch existed, was
covered with confusion. Embarrass
ment and a shy sense of gratification
were succeeded almost at once by a
feeling of keen annoyance. The fact
that the sketch was In Leslie's pos
sessionand evidently a thing to be
cherished took away all the pleasure
she "may have experienced during the
first few moments of interest
Booth caught the angry flash in her
eyes, preceding the flush and unac
countable pallor that followed almost
immediately. He felt guilty, and' at
the same time deeply annoyed with
Leslie. Later on ho Uried to explain,
butthe attempt was a lamentable fail
ure. She laughed, not unkindly, in
his face.
Leslie had refused to allow the
sketch to leave his band. If she could
have .gained possession of it, even for
an instant, the thing would have been
torn to bits. But it went back into his
commodious pocketbook, and she was
too proud to demand it of him. '
She became oddly sensitive to
Booth's persistent though inoffensive
scrutiny as time wore 'on. More .than
i
once sne had caught dim looking at
her with a fixedness that betrayed per
pi ex.1 ty so plainly that she could not
fall to rocognlzo an underlying motive.
He was vainly striving to refresh his
memory; that was clear to her. There
is no mistaking that look in a person's
eyes. It cannot be disguised.
He was as deeply perplexed as ever
when the time came for him to depart
with Leslie. He asked her point blank
on the last evening of his stay If they
had ever met before, and she frankly
confessed to a short memory for facoB.
It was not unlikely, she said, that he
had seen her in London or in Paris,
but she bad not the faintest recollec
tion of having seen him before their
meeting In the road.
Urged by Sara, she had reluctantly
consented to sit to him for a portrait
during the month of June. He put tho
request in such terms that it did not
sound like a proposition. It was not
surprising that he should want her for 1
a subject; in fact, he put It In such a
way that she could not but feel that
she would be doing him a great and
enduring favor. She Imposed but ono
condition: The picture was never to
be exhibited. He met that, with bland
magnanimity, by proffering the canvas
to Mrs. Wrandall, as the subject's
"next best friend," to "have and to I
b11d so long as she might live," "free
gatls," "with the artist's compli
ments," and so on and so forth, in airy
.ood humor.
Leslie's aid had been solicited by
both Sara and the painter In the final I
effort to overcome the girl's objec-
tlons. He was rather bored about It, '
but added his voice to the general
clamour. With half an eye one could
see that he did not relish the idea of
Hetty posing for days to the hand- '
Bome, agreeable painter. Moreover, it
meant that Booth, who could afford to
gratify his own whims, would be
obliged to spend a month or mora ta I
tne neighborhood, so that he could de-
vote himself almost entirely to the
consummation of this particular under
taking. Moreover, It meant that Vivi
an's portrait was to be temporarily
disregarded. i
Sara Wrandall was quick to recog-!
nlze the first symptoms of jealousy on '
the part of her brother-in-law. The
new Idol of the Wrandalls was In love,
selfishly, Insufferably in love as things
went with all the Wrandalls. They
hated selfishly, and so they loved. Her
husband had been their king. But
their king was dead, long live the
king! Leslie had put on the family
crown a little jauntily, perhaps I
cocked over the eye a bit, so to speak
but It was there just the same, an
noylngly plain to view.
Sara had tried to like him. He had ,
been her friend, the only one she could
claim among them all. And yet, be
neath his genial allegiance, Bhe could
detect the air of condescension, the
bland attitude of a superior who de
fends another's cause for the reason
that it gratifies Nero. She experienced
a thrill of malicious Joy in contemplat
ing the fall of Nero. He would bring
down his house' about his head, and
there would be no Rome to pay the
fiddler. i
Brandon Booth took a small cottage
on the upper road, half way between
the village and the home of Sara
Wrandall, and not far from the ab
horred "back gate" that swung In tho
teeth of her connections by marriage. '
He set up his establishment in half a
day and, being settled, betook himself fetch out all of the Studios you can
off to dine with Sara and Hetty. All And about the place. The old ones are
his household cares, like the world, In that Italian hall seat and the late
rested snugly on the shoulders of an ones are in the studio. Bring all of
Atlas named Pat, than whom there them."
was no more faithful servitor in all "There's a dlvvil of a bunch of
the earth, nor In the heavens, for that thlm," said Pat ruefully,
matter, if wve are to accept his own ' He was not to begin sketching the
estimate of himself. In any event, he figure until the following day. After
was a treasure. Booth's house was al- luncheon, however, he had an appoint
waye in order. Try as he would, he ment to Inspect Hetty's wardrobe, os
couldn't get it out of order. Pat's wife ' tensibly for the purpose of picking out
saw to that. I a gown for the picture. As a matter
As he swung Jauntily down the tree- ' facti ne nad decided the point to
lined road that led to Sara's portalB, n,a own satisfaction the night before.
Booth was full of the joy of living. Sne should pose for him In the dainty
Sara was at the bottom of the ter- white dress she had worn on that oc
race, moving among the flower beds in caslon.
the formal garden. While they were going over the ex-
At the sound of his footsteps on the tensive assortment of gowns, with
gravel, Sara looked up and instantly Sara as the judge from whom there
smiled her welcome. ' seemed to be no appeal, he casually
"It Is so nice to see you again," she inquired if she had ever posed before,
said, giving him her hand. He watched htr closely as he put
" 'My heart's in the highlands ,' " he the question. She was holding up a
quoted, waving a vague tribute to the
heavenB. "And it's nice of you to see
me," he added gracefully. Then he
pointed up the terrace. "Isn't she a
picture I 'Gad, It's lovely the whole
effect. That picture against the sky "
He stopped short, and the sentence
was never finished, although she wait
ed for him to complete It before re
marking: "Her heart is not in the highlands."
"You mean something's gone
wrong "
"Oh, no," she said, still smiling;
"nothing like that. Her heart is in
the lowlands. You would consider
Washington square to be in the low
lands, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, I see," he said slowly. "You
mean she's thinking of "Leslie.
"Who knows? It was a venture on
my part, that's all. She may be think
ing of you, Mr. Booth."
"Or some chap in old England, that's
more like it," he retorted. "She can't
be thinking of me, you know. No one
ever thinks of me when I'm out of.
view. Out of sight, out of mind. No;
Bhe'B thinking of something a long
way off or soma one, If you choose to
have It that way."
She smiled upon him with half-
closed, shadowy eyes, and shook her
head. Then she arose.
"Let us go In. Hetty ia eager to see
you again."
They started up the terrace. Hie
face clouded.
"I have had a feeling all along that
Bhe'd rather not have this portrait
painted, Mrs. Wrandall. A queer sort
Of feeling that she doesn't just like the
idea of being put on canvas
"Nonsense," she said, without look
ing at him.
Hetty met them at the top of the
steps. The electric porch lights had
just been turned on by tho butler. The
Rrl stood in tho path of tho light.
Booth was never to forget tho loveli
ness of her in that, moment. He car
ried the image with him on the long
walk home through the black night.
(He declined Sara's offer to send him
over In the car for the very reason
that he wanted the half-hour of soli
tude In which to concentrate all the
impressions she had made on his
fancy.)
The three of them stood there for a
few minutes, awaiting' tho butler's an
nouncement. Sara's arm was about
Hetty's shoulders. He was bo taken
up with the picture they presented
that he scarcely heard their light chat
ter. They were types of loveliness so
full ot contrast that he marveled at
the power of nature to create women
in the same moia ana yet to moaei so
differently.
As they entered the vestibule, a
servant came up with the word that
Miss Castleton was wanted at the
telephone, "long distance from New
York."
The girl stopped In her tracks.
Booth looked at her in mild surprise.
a condition which gave way an Instant
later to perplexity. The look of an
noyance in her eyes could not be dis
guised or mistaken.
"Ask him to call me up later, Wat-
son," she said quietly.
"This is the third time he has called,
Miss Castleton," said the man. "You
were dressing, if you please, ma'am,
the first time"
"I will come," she interrupted sharp-
ly, with a curious glance at Sara, who
for some reason avoided meeting
Booth's gaze.
"Tell him we shall expect him on
Friday," said Mrs. Wrandall
"By George!" thought Booth, as she
left them. "I wonder If It can be Les
lie. If it is well, he wouldn't be flat
tered if ho could have seen the look in
her eyes.
Later on, he had no trouble in gath- j
ering that It was Leslie Wrandall who
called, but he was very much In the
dark as to the meaning of that ex
pressive look. Ho only knew that she
was in the telephone room for ten min
utes or longer, and that all trace of
emotion was gone from her face when
she rejoined them with a brief apology
for keeping them waiting.
He left at ten-thirty, saying good
night to them on the terrace. Sara
walked to the steps with him.
"Don't you think her voice is love-
ly?" she asked,
them.
Hetty had sung for
"I dare say," he responded absently.
"Give you my word, though, I wasn't
thinking of her voice. She ,1s lovely."
He walked home as if in a dream.
The spell was on him.
Far in the night, he started up from
the easy chair in which he had been
smoking and dreaming and racking '
his brain by turns. I
"By Jove!" he exclaimed aloud. "I '
remember! I've got it! And tomor- I
row I'll prove It."
Then he went to bed, with the storm
from the sea pounding about the
house, and slept serenely until Pat
and Mary wondered whether he meant
to get up at all. I
"Pat," said he at breakfast, "I want
you to go to the city this morning and
beautiful point lace creation for his
inspection, and there was a pleading
smile on her lips. It must have been
her favorite gown. The smile faded
away. The hand that dangled the gar
ment before hie eyes suddenly be
came motionless, as if paralyzed. In
the next instant, she recovered her
self, and, giving the lace a quick fillip
that sent Its odor of sachet leaping to
his nostrils, responded with perfect
composure.
"Isn't there a distinction between
posing for an artist, and sitting for
one's portrait?" she asked.
He was silent. The fact that he did
not respond seemed to disturb her aft-
l er a moment or two. She made the
common mistake of pressing tho ques
tion. I "Why do you ask?" waa her Inquiry.
When It was too late she wished she
had not uttered the words. He had
caught the somewhat anxious note in
her voice.
Tve always ask that, I think," he
said. "It's a habit."
I "Oh," she said doubtfully.
I "And by the way, you haven't an
swered."
She was busy with the gown for a
time. At last she looked him full in
. the face.
'-That'B true," she agreed; "I haven't
answered, have I? No, Mr. Booth, I've
I never posed for a portrait. It Is a
new experience for me. You will have
I to contend with a great deal of stupid-
Ity on my part But I shall try to be
plastic."
I He uttered ft polito protest, and
pursued the question no farther. Her
nnBwor had beon so palpably evasive
The Girl 8topped In Her Tracks.
that it struck aim as bald, even awk
ward. Pat, disgruntled and Irritable to the
point of profanity he was a privi
leged character and might have sworn
If he felt like it without receiving no
tice came shambling up the cottage
walk late that afternoon, bearing two
large, shoulder-sagging bundleB. He
had walked from the station a matter
of half a mile and it was hot His
employer sat in the shady porch, view
ing his approach.
The young man drew a chair up to
the table and began the task of work
ing out the puzzle that now seemed
more or less near to solution. He had
a pretty clear idea as to the period he
wanted to investigate. To the best of
his recollection, the Studios published
three or four years back held the key.
He selected the numbers and began
to run through them. He was search
ing for a vaguely remembered article
on one of the lesser-known English
painters who had given great promise
at tho time it was published but who
dropped completely out of notice soon
afterward because of a mistaken no
tion of his own importance. It
Booth's memory served him right, the
fellow came a cropper, so to speak. In
trying to ride rough shod over publio
opinion, and went to the dogs. He
had been painting sensibly up to that
time, but suddenly went in for the
moot violent stylo of Impressionism.
That was the end of him.
There had been reproductions of his
principal canvases, with sketches and
studies in charcoal. One of these pic
tures had made a lasting impression
on Booth: The figure of a young wom
an In deep meditation standing in the
shadow of a window casement from
which she looked out upon the world
apparently without a thought of it.' A
slender young woman In vague reds
and browns, whose shadowy face v;as
positively illuminated by a pair of
wonderful blue eyeB.
He came upon It at last For a long
time he sat there gazing at the face
of Hetty Castleton, a look of half-wonder,
half-triumph in his eyeB. There
could be no doubt as to the Identity
of the subjeot The face was hers:
the velvety, dreamy, soulful eyes that
had haunted him for years, as he now
believed. In no sense could the pic
ture bo described as a portrait. It was
a study, deliberately arranged and de
liberately posed for In the artist's stu
dio. He was mystified. Why should
she, the daughter of Colonel Castleton,
the grand-niece of ah earl, be engaged
in posing for what evidently was
meant to be a commercial product of
this whilom artist?
Turning from a skilfully colored full
page reproduction, he glanced at first
casually over the dozen or more
sketches and studies on the succeed
ing pages. Many of them represented
studies of women's heads and figures,
with little or no attempt to obtain a
likeness. Some were hair-draped, show
ing in a sketchy way the long graceful
lines of the half-nude figure, of bare
shoulders and breasts, of gauze-like
fabrics that but illy concealed impres
sive charms. Suddenly his eyes nar
rowed and a sharp exclamation fell
from his lips. He bent closer to the
pages and studied the drawings with
redoubled interest
Then he whistled softly to himself, a
token of simple amazement. The head
of each of these remarkable studies
suggested in outline the head and fea
tures of Hetty Castleton'! She had
been Hawkrlght's model!
The next morning at ten he was at
Southlook, arranging' his easel and
canvas In the north end of the long
living room, where the light from the
tall French windows afforded abun
dant and well-distributed light for the
enterprise in hand. Hetty had not yet
appeared. Sara, attired in a loose
morning gown, was watching him from
a comfortable chair in the corner, one
shapely bare arm behind her head; the
free hand was gracefully employed In
managing a cigarette. Ho was con
scious of the fact that her lazy, half-
alert gaze was upon him all the time,
although she pretended to be entirely
Indifferent to the preparations. Dimly
he could see the faint smile of Inter
est on her lips.
Hetty came In, calm, serene and
lovelier than ever In the clear morn
ing light She was wearing the simple
white gown he had cnoeen tho day be
fore. It she was conscious of the
rather intense scrutiny he bestowed
upon her as she gave him her band
in greeting, she did not appear to bo
in the least disturbed.
"You may go away, Sara," she said
firmly. "I shall be too dreadfully self
conscious if you are looking on."
Booth looked at her rather sharply.
Sara indolently abandoned her com
fortable chair and left them alone In
the room.
(To be Continued)
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PRICETOWN.
June 8, 1914.
Warren Workman and family spent
Saturday with M. M. Workman and
family.
Miss Flotilla Carr, of Sugartree
Ridge, spent lastweek with Chas.
Newton and family.
L. L. Young is putting In concrete
walks for Lewis Shatter.
The School Board will meet next
Friday evening to hire a teacher for
the Gossett district.
J. A. Young and wife spent Friday
with P. H. Shatter and family.
Mrs. W. W. Fawley is visiting her
daughter, Mrs. Herman Shatter.
Raymond and Pete Gomla, of Mid-
aietown, are visiting relatives here.
Sanford Carrier spent Saturday and
Sunday with his brother at Norwood.
Worth Gossett and wife, of Hills
boro, Miss Nellie Gossett, of East Dan
ville, and Luclle Duvall, of Dodson
vllle, spent Saturday and Sunday with
Frank Foust and family.
I About 51 of Mrs. Gossett's relatives
and friends eet at the Gossett
j Grove last Thursday to remind her
that she had reached another mile
stone in life. The day was pleasantly
spent.
Miss Maud Cochran, of Middletown,
Is visiting her grandparents, J. O.
JNewton and wife.
Harvey Swope and wife, of Dayton,
spent the latter part of the week with
relatives and friends at this place.
The children's exercises were well
attended Sunday evening.
Rev. Well was entertained at the
home of J. A. Brown Sunday.
T. A. McLaughlin and family spent
Sunday with Chas. Barr and family.
Albert Certler and sister, Miss
Grace, spent Saturday night and Sun
day with their sister, Mrs. James
Phibbs, at Dodsdnvllle.
Word was received here Sunday tell
ing of the death of Clayton Pulllam at
Dayton.
Joe Thomas and family spent Sun
day with Joe Clements and family in
Brown county.
John Bennington and family spent
Sunday afternoon with Alva Gossett
and family.
Olen Marconnette and wife are vis
iting the latter's parents. John Mc-
Connaughey and wife.
Dr. Pratt and family are entertain
ing his mother.
Bladder irritations, kidney troubles,
dull headaches, weariness, pain In back
and sides, all show the kidneys need to
be toned up, strengthened, their regu
lar action restored. Foley Sidney
Pills will do it surely and quickly.
They give good health, freedom from
pain, a return of appetite and sound
sleep. Try them. adv
GARBETT & A.YEES.
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