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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
Rives. His brush hovered over the canvas, dangerously dripping, while his eyes gloated over the small, dainty figure on the model-stand. The girl laughed out elfishly.
' ' Dont I make as nice a girl as I did
Meade, the surveyor, took me home, and Mrs. Meade was awfully surprised when I told her about being a girl. Daddy hated women, you see, and never let me wear skirts. But I like me in them," she confided shyly
a boy ? ' ' she cried saucily. ' ' And — ' ' dont you ? : didn't my 'Barefoot Boy' win the The man clenched his hands hard,
medal for 3^011 ? And oughtn 't you to Since a month ago, when she had
appeared blithely in the
radiance of her young loveliness, begging a chance to pose, he had known desperately that the time would come when he must tell her he loved her. From very shame of himself he had put it off, but now the clamor in his heart was not to be denied. Why not? he asked himself fiercely, and thrust back the voice that whispered to him of his bitter life, his cynicism, his worldly-mindedness.
"Little Frances," he said slowly — " Little Frances, I wonder whether you can guess how well I like you, dear."
Puzzled, she looked at him. Then a blinding wave of color flooded her face. She held out small, quivering hands.
"You — you mean? I — I dont believe I understand "
So he told her, very gently, for she must not be frightened ; very wistfully, for all his lonely, saddened years; very tenderly, for
the youth of her and the innocence.
At the end she came down to him,
unafraid, shyly joyful, and his empty
arms went out to her.
"Why, of course I love you," she
cried. "Yes, I do know what love
means. Mrs. Meade loved Mr. Meade.
Sometimes" — she lifted her face to
his — ' ' sometimes, ' ' she whispered,
"they kist each other "
It was like this that Elinor came
upon them, At her furious cry they
IT WAS LIKE THIS THAT ELINOR CAME UPON THEM
be grateful to me, instead of scolding me for growing skirts f"
1 ' Scolding ! Heaven forbid, Child ! ' ' the artist said. His weary eyes were mocking, but it was himself he mocked. This girl, virginal as a Greek cameo — how should she dream of the old, buried emotions she had aroused in his heart?
"When daddy died I was so frightened," she prattled on, retelling her tale for the tenth time, "but Mr.