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Newspaper TitleThe Age
Trove TitleFate and Patricia
article text pate and ..Paricia . BY ALICE GRANT ROSMAN. published:: by Special .C rangement. CHAPTER X.-(.otinucd). If he had been stronig in a'd emergency; this person of the grey eyes, he would have followed her and taken. her in his arms, defying consequences, and this story would -. ava ended .ere fully begun. But he was not. And so he stayed .on the hilltop; swearing futile oaths agairist his stupidity,and bad luck, and the general cussednrss of woman, and hedid not watch the pink dr??ss in its descent. In the kitchen this afternoon Ida was making sweets, and Dick, leaning lazily on the window ledge outside; was teasing her with reminiscences of old times. He had been much stronger of late, for, summer was approaching;, and 'to such as he this always meant.renewed .vigour, and even .the semblance of recovery. His face, as pale as ever,; had yet lost the drawn look it usually wore, and he wis more alert, as though touched with now life. . . . 'To Ida he was-a 'handsonie.buit' still' a pathetic figure, and the sight of him stir red deep chords of sympathy in her kind heart. She.was always very good to Dick, but if she cared. for him in any other than a pitiful, sisterly fashion she gave no sign of it. To all. appearances she was one of those people who 'steer airily over the surface waters of emotion, and if she ever sounded greater depths she gave no sign of that either,' but -hid it with a 'courage that came to her from her pioneer ancestors. 'Dick "leaniing through the window watched her expressive face with lazy admiration. ' The Queen'.of Hearts She made some tarts All on a summer's day, he chanted. ' ' . The Knave of Hearts- ' i• Should not be looking through the kitchen-: window,". interrupted Ida, promiptly. " Now, don't go and spoil the flow of mny original .ideas," remoustrated 'Dick,. The Knaive of: Hearts .. "He ate those tarts, And fainted right away. ." If:you are not more civil,'.' threatened Tda, -' Patricia and ,I will' eat all those tarts, and not give you any. Here's.Patty now. She'll like them, I know." She went to the window and leaned opt smilingly as Patricia came down the hill. The elder girl did not see them just at once; and she walked slowly as though she were very tired, but when she came nearer they called to her, and she quickened her pace.. "Ida has been making things," Dick told her,'" auid'she wants you to sample them. But Ie narned in time, and don't make rash piromises. Patricia. The cakes are ,most ornamental, I can tell you. They would make beautiful verandah tiles. I imagine they are' equally di gestible." * "This is jealously because .I refused to give him oice," explained Ida. ' He's a terrible nuisance, Patty. .-Take':him away. please."' "Oh ! I don't want him," said Patricia, and s'he laughed, but wearily. ." VWhy.? What is the matter ?" said Ida in quick concern ;-are you ill ?" .. "'I11 ?.' echoed Patricia so energetically. that the colour':rceturned for a moment' to her cheeks. " Ill. I'm out of breath, my child. I have just climbed that 'hill and rushed down it, and Iam .as'out oEf breath as anything, as Angel would say. Give me one of your verandah tiles, Ida. I'm off to the hammock for a rest." 'Ida handed 'her. a plate througli the window, still gazing at her anxloushl,. ":'an'd Patricia laughed again, and sh'ow&ed them how her liand shook-because she' was so out of breath. But when she had gone Ida. went back to. her sweetmaking very seriously; and all Dick's teasing 'could not rouse her." " She looks ill,'r"he said thqughtfully once; butyoco'eOild'. iiver. make her admit it. She pretends: there ?is. never anvthing the matter vithl her." ', Dick chuekled. ' Keep your heart 'up, hlie advised,.'" she soon will admit it --when she's eaten'that cake.:' Ida 'smiled faintly A lil .'you're flippant,'' shlie said i-"you are 'ex'actly ' like you two." " So you were pleased to remark once .bafore," Dick remiinded, "' arid I have. il~.?i trying to discover ever sinte .what; qualities I am'so fortunate as'to possess in common with Patricia. Do set'my mind at rest, there's a dear girl." "Oh ! they are not qualities, but fads," said Ida. "For instance, you are both so madly fond of air:, Yonu sleep on a veranidah, and Patricia'is iilmost as bad. She has herwindow "wide open idlways, however, windy or' stormy it may be; and if I attempt to shut it she gets pbsitively excited. And its pretty hard to excitePatricia generally." " But this mania for air is a necessity with nme," Dick remlarked. "Is it I' she said quickly; "but it is not with Patricia. How.copild itbe ?7' v Sihe seemed to expect him to contra dict her, and when he did not she'.con. tinned in the same quick, 'iervous way. ' Oh i there are other things-so many little things that you.would tlhink it ab surd of me to notice. And thdn-why did Patricia insist on coming to the 'hills 7 She did insist. And you-you caine to the hills. I suppose it was your. own doing 1 '' That was necessity too," said Dick. ":It seems to me that thesq things in which you'say we are so much alike have all arisen in my case out of necessity. Ida, what are you trying to prove to me 1" in a ;startled tone, They looked "at each other for mo ment. " Oh, I am not trying to prove any thing," said the girl at last, " I-I don't want to prove it." Then they turned their eyes suddenly away from each other, burdened by a com mon fear. A; kind of restraint fell be tween them after that, and when- Kitty came for Ida to practice with her the in terruption was a relief. Ida finished her sweetmaking, and went away with Kitty ; and Dick, after wandering about by him self for a.time,.followed them, and seated in a dark corner of the drawing room lis tened to the young singer. She had a wonderful voice, little trained, but rich and beautifully clear, and this, with her ehthusiasm and perseverance, would one day make her a great name. She was wholly wrapped up in her music, too, and whilst singing, oblivious to all else, so that she did not hear Dick and after wards-Patricia open the' door and steal into the room. Later she discovered 'their presence with much surprise.. "And where is Mr. Hunt she en quired. Consternatioh was visible in at least two faces of that company. " Yes; wherever is he ?" exclaimed Ida. " I had ýlmost forgotten his exis tence,' and I haven't seen him since afternoon tea." " Well, you are polite, certainly," said Kitty. ' No doubt he is offended at being left alone, and has gone now. that is about it." " Oh, dear, how rude of us," exclaimed Ida .anxiously; ,. I hope he isn't of= fended." Dick laughed. " Poor" Walter, what callous tr'eatment," he said. "`Btit no doubt he'll recover in tiine. Go on sing ing, Kitty." Patricia alone offered no 'explanation; She could not bring herself to do so, for some reason, although the explanation would have' been very simple. Had she but known it this was a bad sign. It is always a bad sign when a woman can't bring herself to speak of a man she dls likes. Patricia disliked walter Hunt so much that it was a relief to her when they did not see him again for several weeks. His examinations were fast'approaching. and he found it more conducive to study to remain in town, where he was away from her distracting influence. As for Patricia herself, she was hard, at, work upon her picture for the' exhibition. At last one day she put . the ,finishing touches to it, and called (or a conference in the studio, to : which were invited Mrs. Burton, Dick, Ida, Kitty,. and their mother. For this and her" other exllibit, the doorway picture, Patricia wanted suitable names, and every' one . was asked' to proffer a suggestion. Kitty wanted the portrait of ,Ida ealled" The Daydream,". " because," she said, " the damsel has a 'dreamy eye,.and it evidently is a day dream, even if it is not meant to be." Whereat :Dick grew 'facetious, 'and with memories, of Tennyson, suggested she might call the doorway, "The De parture," because from the, shadow it evidently was a departure, even if it was not meant to be. When Patricia tried t: qiiench this frivolity lie.begged her to choose her: names from Browning or Omar Khyyam, because they both sound ed pretty learned, and it was good to be considered learned nowadays, even when one was not. ' 'f-Yei,"' said Ida." -."Why did you paint vines around me if you . didn't mean to callie` something out of Omar, Pratricia ' Of coiurse you must. What's that quotation- something about with the grape my. fading life provide, un frequented garden side?' 1'll :look it up." " You don't look much like.fading life, Ida," observed Dick; ' but I dare say that might be overcom.. Perllaps Patrici Wrould stick in a pallid brow and ii hecti-" fiush and a :glassy stare. :'It wyiuldn't take long." ;: "And there you have the name all ready for you, Patricia; and helcre is one for the doorway---we are no other than a moilng 'showi --':Qf magic:shadbow shapes that' come and go." : Patricia turned :helplessly : to' Mrs. Burton. Oh ! pilease, make a serious siiagges tion juaist for a change," she begged. ":.May.I " asked Mrs.. Buirton. ' I shotld like to. Whi?r nodt:. call your'door: way-' The Open Door'.?" . SA derisive shout greeted this:remark, and there were cries of-" Oh, Mrs. Bur ton, I didh't expect of you." 'fHow ier ribly high falutin." "Mrs. Bnrtdn, you 'really must not be so melodrauiiatic." Mrs. Burton smiled on imnperturbably, and Patricia watched her.' Then she turned to the picture. "Ah 1 you are nght," she said. "The obvious name is the only one in this case. I shall call it 'The Open Door.'" In the midst of the clamour and con sternation that greeted this announce ment the elder woman made her way to the girl's side. "l'm glad you agree with me," she said. "The picture itself is so very striking that a simple name is the only kind possible. Ahything else would be very inartistic." Patricia laughed nervously, em barrassd by this high praise from one whose opinion she valued. "And now there is the next one to think about," she added. The others gathered eagerly round her. "I'se got it," laid Dick; "call it "Youth Divine.' They'll only suspect you of punning." ° " Or ' Waiting,'" spggested Mrs. Heriot. "The young person is waiting, I presume." '-Then call it' The Waiter 'at once." said Dick. "And fancy referring to your daughter' as -a young person. Powers above !" Ida ran off to the library, and present ly returned with a volume of Jean In gelow. - "' I have it," she said: "'Expecta tion,' Patricia, :and this verse under neath- . I wait'for my story, the birds cannot sing it, Not one as he sits'on the tree. The bells cannot ring it, but long. years oh, bring it, Such as I wish it to be. " And that is what you were thinking about while Patricia painted you ?" teased Dick. "Ida, I had thought better of you, but one never knows. I am grieved and disappointed, desolated, in fact." Patricia laughed with the rest, but she agreed to Ida's choice, because she liked it, and thought that it seemed suitable for the girl to select the name for this picture of herself. So the little conference broke up, and the next day both pictures went to the framer's and then on to the exhibition. Both were hung. During the weeks that followed the young artist tasted'the sweets of lo 'cal fame. Critics almost without ex ception praised her work, and there were many who considered the "Open Door" the most striking exhibit of the year. Great things were prophesied of her, and she, with that uriconscions touch of melo drama which is part of the make-up of every enthusiast, vowed to herself that their prophesies should be fullfilled. Not that Patricia wasichildishly credu lous. She neither took notice of nor be lieved all the things that were said to her, but she liked to remember that they had been said. She was young enough for that. Her great triumph came when it was knowni that the Governors of the Art Gallery had purchased '.The Open Door.' Patricia had never in her.wildest dreams pictured such a possibility. She had not; in fact, expected to sell at all, and had merely priced her work fdr the catalogue on the advice of the master of the art school where she had studied.. He was very proud of his , one-time pupil,. but even he did not forsee this piece of great good fortune. " If I.had £50 I should buy. it my self, Miss Heriot," he exclaimed. "Price it £50, and it will go cheap. As for the other-well-£20,'I should 'say. It's well done-excellent work-but the 'Doorway '-now, that's art." Patricia. took 'his advice,, and was' richer to the extent of £50. and much joy in consequence, And " The Open Door "transferred itself at the. close of the. exhibition to that height of Par niassus, the wall of the Public Art 'Gal erAbout this time the girl received ano-. ther great surprise. The secretary to the Art Society wrote her. that some onie wislhed'to negotiate for the sale of "Ex pectation," and asked if she would 'be willing-to sell it. The secretary was a friend of Patricia's and apart from the formal intimation, le wrote her an entertaining account' of the wouldi-be purchaser, who had given it as his opinion that "P. Heriot must be a beastly clever. chap." "He appears to be a young squatter," wrote the seore tary; andlhe wants the picture to'send home to his nmother at Christmas. When I explained to him that yon were not a long-haired he-male artist, but a very chiaring young lady, he was more en thusiastic about the picture' than 'ever, and far :more'anxious to get it' But when I piroposed to-arrange foir an interview with you, lie tuined bashful;_and begged me not to trouble. So if you can trust me to fix things up for yon, I will do so willingly, and there ivill be no necessity for you to comnie to tovi ':I I'askeid our bashful friend's name, but thait made him more bashflil still, for some upexi plained reason, and he did not eem .to think lihis namehad anything. to do w th it. In a measure,I suppose thisis true, and' it cannot matter mucli, 'so long :as he payslhis cash faithfully. He comes oni tihe 16th 'inst. for your decision, iand will then, if it be favourable, pay down the' £20 and take off' 'Expectation. Mlay I hear from you ut once ?" (To be Continued.) F. P I " Howa a.l -you, tell a real diamond from a paste one ?": -. -.,' By the ,wearer, generally. •:;Sweden and'Spnin'hiave toe tnefewrest alien' residents., ' "::, Don't, be 'cheeky, or I 1pound a' little sense intouyour head;.'" :: "Bah ! It'would take a dozen men like you to -pound any sense into my head." , I kuo•w veryf te'w really nice girls who would marry you. "Well, few would be qnite enough." Those troubled with sledeplessness shoiuld take a warm bath with a handftl of suit in it just before retiring.