| Show TelegramS Telegram'S Daily The Thatch and the Artist By ETHEL VAN VANE Copyright 1916 by McClure Newspaper per Syndicate Anne Morrel Morel sighed hopelessly and dashed clashed up from her typewriter The neighbors neighbor's dog barked first at the front of the house and then at the back In Inthe Inthe the he kitchen below Bridget sang happ happily happily hap hap- p h. h but excruciatingly and outside motors in unbroken succession whizzed past f I Anne was visibly distracted She had had- tried every room hi in the house in her effort to find seclusion and quiet Apparently such conditions d did d not ex- ex i st. st Hor Hr stories were beginning to I Isho sho show th tb strain under which she was dragging them from her noise racked brain Soon at this rate I shall shaH have I no ho checks coming in she she she- told herself as she banged out of the noisy house and nd off through the the- meadows The There e t least was freedom from irritation She he could have an hour hour hour-er or II two of concentrated concentrated concentrated con con- thought among the greens nd yellows of ot nature Anne had to walk through the village In in n order to reach that haven of quiet I DurIng that walk wan she caught sight of what hat seemed to her the he very thing she I most needed in life At a rustic shop hop there thereas was vas displayed a small thatched summer house I jAnne's jAnnes J Annes heart beat ecstatically any The summer summer house if the price were not too I great would make a perfectly darling I den It could b be placed place at th the extreme foot of the garden away from flom barking dogs and Bridgets Bridget's singing f Anne tripped over the threshold of the shop in her anxiety to secure the treas Jire ire reo I It occurred to her suddenly that she was all an sorts of a small idiot never before to have thought of such a simple means means of seclusion The following da day sh she carried her typewriter and low table down to the thatched and nd rustic summer ummer house She smiled affectionately u up upon n Bridget as she ahe left the ho house se with th the last oad load of df f writers writer's odds anc and ends After Atter all the Irish maid was a treasure asure even If f her song was distracting That rustic summer house proved to tobe tobe toone be one of the best investments of ot Anne's Annes nn s 's literary career The he fifteen dol- dol ars which she had had paid for it bad large enough at the time but when a few weeks of seclusion within its ts te shelter sent her stories into the better magazines she rejoiced over her purchase From time to time small Improvements found their way into int the little den Flowered cretonnes covered Anne's Annes desk and nd chair and a picture or two wo into the homey atmosphere A tin tiny bit of lace draped the single window and ald toward midsummer vines ymca held the rough exterior in loving em em- brace She kept her tiny percolator on an improvised shelf within within- easy easy reach ach and altogether the summer ouse Louse became a most saU satisfactory factory workshop Anne Ann realized that she could ever again go back to a house peopled peopled peopled peo- peo pled b by other personalities and con- con to do good work It was was not not until the cool autumn days ame ime on that she realized that a means f protection against chill chilly days must e considered So she purchased tar paper with to seal up small apertures the entrance of unfriendly r It was while engaged in this laudable of making hers herself lf proof against wind winand and chill that Anne discovered discovered dis- dis covered sev several i-al i old canvases ses The They ere vere stored away between the dusty nd weather stained layers of the heat wheat straw which formed the roof At sight of or them the creative element n was seized with sudden in- in Surely a worth while story ot of some nature should develop from these abandoned and probably long forgotten paintings She laughed aloud as she saw the first one one Surely no less artistic use of paint and canvas had ever been made And each one seemed more Absurd and toneless than its pr or sor So far as art was concerned these thes paintings were scarcely on a level with with Bridgets Bridget's singing V f Surely the story of a sad or even tragic finish hung closely about these 1 canvases It took some time lor Tor Lor Anne to recognize ec the fact that the sketches ketches es had been made in the mead- mead pews s through gh which she so often walked Ion for tor inspiration One less familiar with he landscape might have mistaken the Sorry orry affairs for sc scenes nes in lii China I Poor soul soliloquized Anne Is there anything so SQ sad in life as missing nes ne's Ideals Tt T t f Then she sat down at once and p out a delightfully romantic tale about bout those canvases found in the thatch hatch No No- doubt the plot was bron bro bro- n idle hut but the story had novelty bro I and harm enough to sell for an al- unusually large arge arge sum In her story Anne had ad be ben been n so realistic in her treatment as to quote some me lines she had discovered on the back ack ck of ot a wooden wooden- box which had once oncel l held eld paint tubes Farewell to art art art- I granville ranville was the touching and suggestive suggestive suggestive sug sug- legend Anne Anne- smiled when she read the words for tor really there had been no art to bid farewell t to But apparently the painter had bad thought differently Anne wondered if he had gone one back to the brushes and was now in ina in-a a garret or haunting magazine maga maga- zine offices officeR with straggling hair hair- wild wildes yes es and an armful of atrocious drawings wings S As s s a matt matter r of fa fact t Jack Granville Granvill a. a month later wa was comfor comfortably ably eri- eri I en-I in iii his most luxurious arm armchair armchair chair smoking a good a-good good cigar His hair hall was as short crot cropped d his eyes were were wild only with the life that sparkled In in them ii and d there was was nt noth at all in his general mak makeup up to Suggest Bohemia o OR t the tho artistic temperament ft tt t was the hour bour of his rather er hearty h bachelor breakfast and his Ills six feet feet of f masculinity was was' still sUll ll d in a futurist patterned dressing gown o which he had bad slipped o on after atter his 1115 cold bath A cup of ot excellent coffie coffie coffee cof cof- cof- cof I fie fie fee steamed on a table beside him and 8 opy of a popular magazine lay open on on the broad arm of his chair His Ills let Iet whistled softly in the adjoining room Granville s sud sud- d- d Stubbs called called- out denly Get Evans Bvans on the wire I ant to- to talk with him While hile Stubbs was getting into comm communication com corn m 3 with the editor of the magazine in which Anne Morrell s a siry was published Granville sat with h half Jf closed eyes pondering over the odd 5 situation Evans Eans was his 1115 intimate friend it happened so Granville knew h h- h was as on the time right track I was vas the Inelegant wn p-wn Evans used to picture Anne Ann to his inquiring friend Glorious red halland hair hall and a pair of or eyes eves that make you blink Iyo Iye proposed to her a half hatt dozen times Umes but bilt theres there's nothing doing in that line Unc P One ne of ot those wedded to ar art temperamental temperamental tempera tempera- mental girls you know lAtter gAfter sufficient good natured delay delayon on Ti Evans' Evans part Granville was given ghen Annes add address and that afternoon he his most attractive I ments merits ordered Stubbs to bring around I I his Ids car and motored r rd d over to the MorI Mor- Mor I home Bridget pointed to the summerhouse at the foot of the garden when Granville Gran- Gran yUle ville asked for Miss Morrell Sure yO yell be a sorry man If ye disturb her in iii wan of thim trances s she admonished Granville as he turned quickly toward the thatch Anne looked ed out of her tiny window when crunching footsteps warned h her hr r of or someone's approach Then si-me si popped her head over the rustic railing rail rail- ing and Granville smiled in tion Evans he admitted adnot ad not ex ex- Then memory turned him back to youthful days when he had sat satin Jn In that selfsame summerhouse arid ath wasted perfectly good paints canvases and ni-ni l oil in wanton recklessness Im Granville he said by way of ot introduction n stepping steppIng- without invitation tion into the I II Iam attractive little den I Iam am the person whose canvases you I found in the thatch Then h he seated himself precariously on 8 a camp stool and beamed genially upon the astonished aston aston- I I girl who wh was quite breathless with ith interest and amazement ment I But you surely you surely you didn't succeed sue suc suo-I suo with with that tha start she gasped ending a covert appraising glance lance at athis athis athis his prosperous appearance She SI-me drew out from beneath her table some of of- the fearfully Inartistic daubs and spread them out before Granville Cranville At which he me laughed merrily merrih and longI long I r keep them close lies beside ide me for for for- inspiration Anne said with a dry smile I Lord What a fool I wa was he commented com corn But how did ld succeed you ever uc with such a start she insisted By selling automobiles he he- confEssed con con- But my awful daubs have served one good purpose he be said Id lik like to have them them them-if if you dont don't mind But I do mind she she declared I want them thell I paid fifteen dollars for tor this summerhouse and I w wouldn't take anything for it now she now she was blushing blushing blush blush- ing furiously and she knew knew- mew it if I am going to make some tea she he faltered I dont don't mind being called a thing thing- an any old thing under thing under the circum circumstances circumstances circumstances stances Gr Granville laug laughed ed |
