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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
little minx who contrived to act as chaperon — and she had never appeared to better advantage than in a clinging black satin gown selected for the portraiture; it was draped on a form as graceful and softly rounded as that of Psyche. Her attitude was at first constrained — she had the lofty aloofness of modesty combined with distinction — but Trevor surprised fleeting glances from her soft eyes that told of an instinctive yearning. She was ready for a mate whose heart should beat in unison with her own, and had chosen; the full measure of her passion was revealed in the wave of color that overspread her cheeks and neck whenever their eyes met.
From the moment of mutual discovery, life had no quest for Trevor but her love. His own, pure and natural of intent, grew and flourished on such scant nourishment as the frequent exchange of glances or an occasional thrilling pressure of hands thru many bright days until the picture was completed. Their last hour
in the studio was darkened by overcast skies and the prospect of separation— Stephanie's father had instructed her to prepare for a short cruise in their yacht along the New England coast — Trevor's finishing touches with the brush betrayed intense nervous excitement, while Stephanie on the platform could no longer stand erect; she drooped like a famished lily. When there was no more to be done, she stepped down from the superior position she had occupied, and her dignity fell like a royal mantle from a queen who preferred to be on a plane with her subjects. She sighed as she looked at the exquisite portrait, but could only whisper her words of praise and congratulation— she was choking back sobs. He touched her hand; she quivered like a blushing rose on the stem; her shoulder touched his own; her subtle fragrance enveloped him, and he clasped her madly in his arms. Her head sank on his shoulder; she turned her face to his, and their lips met. Her kiss, at first a fleeting