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"Don't it spoil the effect?" J asked,
to dissect It like that?"
"No, you little chump, it makes it
all the prettier. To think that I even
I can take a few colors and a brush
and produce something like it In a
short while that Is a little like it."
Chloe was always so modest.
"Exactly like it," I said, emphatic
ally. I've seen you do it a thousand
times. I would rather walk on your
roads myself. They are more natural."
Chloe turned her face so that I could
see straight into those wonderful
dark-rimmed eyes. ,Charlle," she said,
"I wish everybody believed as you do,"
and there, was so plaintive a tone in
her sweet voice that I would have
thrown my arms about her then and
there but they were already full of
paint-box and easel. I had to content
myself with blowing an awkward kiss
at the back of her head, for she had
turned again, and those dear eyes
were looking once more straight ahead
at the grays and browns and purples
of the winding road.
At last we came to the field of brown
eyed Susans. It was time; my poor
arms ached. Chloe stopped and looked
about her.
"Here Charlie." she said, "Is a vac
ant spot and a fine view. Look at
that mass of flowers banked against
the yellowish-green of the 'way-off
thicket. How well that will look In
my picture, with the blue sky beyond!
Isn't the sky a beautiful blue to-day?"
"Beautiful." I assented, "but this old
easel won't stand up. There! At last!
And now for the umbrella. Thank
goodness, it hoisted without the usual
hitch. Now, you're Teady. Fire away!"
But Instead of "fifing away." Chloe
still stood and looked at the skies.
"I used to have a friend," she said,
"who, whenever she saw a particu
larly blue sky. said, 'How pretty that
is! How I wish I had a dress off of
It!' Wasn't that a. funny Idea? As
If the heavens were a bargain counter."
"Awfully," said I, though I didn't ex
actly see where the fun came in; "but
if you don't hurry up you won't have
the right slant of sunshine on youc
brown-eyed Susans, and we'll have to
come again."
"Well." she said, "I am going to tt
gln now," but she took her seat with
a half sigh. The usual mood for work
seemed to have deserted her.
Nevertheless, the fair skies soon took
shape under her facile fingers, "and "be
neath them a blotch of green appeared
which was soon to develop into thu
distant thicket as we saw it, the greens
almost yellow In the warmth of the
sunlight. In the foreground there
glowed the field of brown-eyed Susans.
I had always watched the work of
my nimble-fingered Chloe with delight,
but she surpassed herself on this par
ticular afternoon. She seemed to have
dipped her brush into the sunshine, or
a ray or two had mixed itself with the
colors of her palette the little pict
ure shone so warmly, sunny. Her
listlessness had dropped from her like
a mantle.
"Oh, Chloe," I cried, as with a sweep
of her brush she flecked the high lights
Into the clouds, "It's lovely, lovely."
"I'm glad you like It, Charlie," she
said, dimpling with smiles, (she
was so simply sweet, pleased with
the Admiration of a mere boy,
who knew absolutely nothing of art,
but who still could feel the magic
touch of her genious, and who
she well knew would have been
content to bask forever In thenup in the south and the wind began
sunlight of her smile, asking nothingljto blow. It threatened rain.
better of Dame Fortune); "I'm gladp "The sunlight Is all gone," she said;
you like It."
At that moment there was a whlrrof
wheels, and a basket phaeton rolled In
to sight along the purple road.
Chloe laid down her brush the phae
ton spoiled her landscape for a mom
ent and waited for It to pass.
She glanced idly at the occupants.
They were a negro driver and a negro
nurse beside him. In the nurse's arms
was a little girl who. against that
dusky background, stood out in high
relief a clear-cut cameo. She had hair
the color of gold, such hair as one
seldom sees except on the heads of very
young children, heavenly flax not yet
dyed In the colors of earth.
Chloe sat looking at the pretty child.
Idly, then fixedly, and when the phae
ton passed us, she started up and
clasped her hands together. Her pal
ette and brushes fell to the ground.
Not noticing, she peered Into the face
of the yellow-haired child, and when
the phaeton had passed, she turned
about and followed It with her eyes
as far as she could see. The child
leaned out and looked back at Chloe,
her hair a mop of yellow, sharply de
fined at first, and gradually disappear
ing in a blur of brown-eyed Susans.
I looked at Chloe. She was white with
suppressed passion, and the dark cir
cles about her eyes semed to have
grown darker In contrast with her
white face.
"'It is his child," she cried, "his
child!" and then I knew, and my boy's
heart beat thick and fast with jeal
ousy beneath my boy's jacket. I re
member the story now. how Maurice
Steadman had loved Chloe well and
pressed his suit with all a lover's
pleadings, but Chloe had refused him,
wedding herself to art instead. "No
husband should wean her from her be
loved art.." she had said, with her pret
ty head high In the aic. Then he had
given up and, moving away from the
town, had married. This summer he
was back on a visit, and this was his
little girl. It was the first time Chloe
had seen her.
But what a change had come over my
darling Chloe? Her eyes were fierce,
her lip trembled. Suddenly she turned
and took a great brush from the brush
pot near by. and. before I could pre
vent her, she swept this brush rap
Idly to and fro across the wet canvass.
Alas for my beautiful field of brow
eyed Susans! The fine blue skies were
hopelessly blurred, the thicket was a
mass of muddy green, and In the fore
ground only one or two flowers hung
their disconsolate heads. I could have
wept. The ruin was complete, and T
had taken such delight in that little
picture.
"O, Chloe." I cried, "how could you,
how could you?"
She threw her brush passionately to
the ground, where It lay thick with
dust and muddy color, and covered her
face with her hands. The tears fell
through her fingers.
"O. Charlie." she cried. "I have made
a mistake. I have ruined my life," and
though I put my strong, young
arms about her and tried my boyish
best to soothe her, she only wept the
harder, and moaned again and again,
"I have ruined my life. I've ruined my
life."
Presently she took her wet hands
from her face and looked up. The blue
skies had changed. Dark clouds rolled
It went into that little child's hair."
Then wearily: "Come. Charley, let's
go home; I'm tired out."
And home we went, haltingly under
the leaden skies. I think Chloe limped
as she walked. She seemed suddenly
so tired. As I looked into her haggard
face I hated Maurice Steadman with
all my heart, and yet it was not his
fault, for had not Chloe of her own ac
cord chosen art?
At the studio I stole the poor little
ruined canvass, and, slipping It under
my jacket, carried it home. There I
hid it in the darkest of closets, where
Chloe might never see it and be re
minded of her mistake In life.
And there only the other day I
found It, and though I have since
grown to bearded manhood, I knelt,
and looked at it through blinding tears,
for Chloe Is dead.
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