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She stared her surprise, and a little fear She motioned to the door. “When I think of him had come into her look.
of them it seems worth while. You could The man's strong face had turned and never guess the waste there is in a place was watching her. Then he seemed to like this, the wicked waste of it!" She put himself and his wishes aside.
caught her breath. "Do you like it? Do you like all this?" "Tell me," he said gently. He waved his hand at the self-contained And while she told him he listened with room, and the gesture seemed to include close attention, smoking thoughtfully. the campus and the college world outside. And his thought ran ahead and seemed to “Do you like it?” he demanded. “Does meet her at every turn. His comprehenit satisfy you?"
sion startled her. She shook her head with a smile. Some- "You do understand !" she cried. thing that had frightened her for a mo- "I understand business. I know when ment in his face had disappeared.
a plant is behind the times,” he said dryly. “No, I don't like it-altogether; but I "And there is nothing I can do, so I do not know anything I should like bet- live with my girls. That at least is worth ter."
while-what I give and receive from “Think!” he said. “Be a sport! What them.” would you choose, in all the world, if you They were silent a little. could have it?"
"You might start one of your own,” he She leaned forward.
suggested. "In all the world !” she repeated softly. "One what?" He nodded.
"College." "Would you like to travel ?"
She laughed shortly. "Travel? No." She
"Why not? I will brushed it aside.
finance it. If I cannot "Well, then, what?
have you, my money is You won't marry me,
of no particular value. nor any man, I suppose.”
you can do with He was watching her
money is to buy pictures face. “What is it you
or endow a hospital or a want?"
college. I'd rather enShe moved vaguely.
dow you." "Why should I tell
She gazed at
the you?" she murmured.
vision a minute. Then "Because I love you,"
she shook her head. he retorted in a matter
“It would n't be fair." of-fact tone.
“Oh, I am not altoShe flushed slightly.
gether unselfish." “That is n't a
She cast a swift look son."
at him. Again the voices hov
“You would make ered outside her door,
terms ?" with a sound of protest, * Bending forward to the hearth,
"Don't most millionand moved away.
his back a little turned"
aires make terms?" "You don't even have
"Yes, unless they 're an evening you can call your own." He dead. Sometimes they do even then," she motioned to the closed door.
said regretfully. Her lips parted.
"I'll make only one term. This insti"You don't understand."
tution" “I am trying to."
She held up her hands, protesting. “They are all that makes it endurable." "Well, school, college, whatever you
choose to call it, must be located in Dal- "Oh, no, not in the least like it!" she
cried. Her breath came with a cry of pleasure. He looked up, surprised. She caught "But I should love that!"
herself. "So should I. So that 's settled." He “It was reading it that gave me an idea. beamed on her, and she felt strangely And when I went to get it just now I had shaken from the things about her. She - another idea." seemed to be gazing through some win- "Yes?” He was feeling absently in his dow into a serene bit of country where pocket for a pencil. through the trees a little river went its She watched his fingers nervously. glimmering way.
Only the memory She turned and looked at the man across
of the mirror held the hearth.
her. She threw "You really love me, don't you?" she
out her hands a litsaid wonderingly.
tle impatiently. "I really do," he replied in a matter
"I did n't know of-fact tone. "Have you thought out
you cared-like your plans? Do you know what you
that!" she said. want--buildings, laboratories, and all
She crossed to
her chair and sat She seemed still wrapped in the dream.
down, facing him "I don't know-yes. I was reading
almost sternly. something the other day -" She got up
He stared at her. and crossed to a stand for a book. She
Then he got up knew where it lay, and her hand reached
and out to it, and paused. Her back was to
slowly. the man by the fire. But as she lifted her
“What do you eyes to the Florentine mirror above the
“Caught a glimpse
mean, Gabrielle ?" stand she caught a glimpse of his face of his face"
He seemed very turned to her. There was hunger in it,
tall as she looked and a look of quick suffering; all the busi
She put up a hand. nesslike indifference was swept away. She “I'd like a school of my own better stood for a moment staring at it. Then than this,”—she moved her hand a little, her glance dropped to the book in her - "but more than anything in the world hand, and she stood turning the leaves I want love." She said it swiftly under idly. Wave after wave of unknown feel- her breath. ing swept over her, lifting her, engulfing "But I-I-love you!" He was clearly her. The look in his face! She longed to bewildered. He held himself in check. take it in her hands and smooth it away- "I love you," he repeated. “I have n't all the pain and repression in it. Not one done anything but tell you so for the last of her girls, with eager questing for life, month. ” had stirred her as that glimpse of a man's “Oh-telling!" It was a little assent face in the mirror on her wall.
of scorn. She turned slowly, and faced the suc- Again the swift look she had seen becessful man of business.
fore swept his face, and she felt the grip She crossed to him quietly.
of his hands on her shoulders. "This is the book,” she said.
She winced a little. Then she smiled, He reached out a hand for it.
and the grip lightened. With new eyes she saw that it was "I am hurting you,” he cried. not quite steady as it reached to her.
“Don't you know I want to be hurt? “You want something like this?" he What is life for ?" asked absently.
She reached up to his face and drew it
up to him.
down to her, and all the wontedness of life seemed breaking up. She brushed a swift hand across her eyes.
His own searched them, unbelieving. "You-care!" he said under his breath. She nodded. A little smile came to her eyes.
"You-slow-incomprehensible creature!" she murmured.
"I! Slow! Well!" He was looking down at her with humorous eyes as he drew her toward him.
"And I might never have known!" she said softly. She glanced toward the mirror on the wall. "Looking-glass, lookingglass, that hangeth on the wall-"
"Whom in the wide world do you love best of all?" he quoted slowly. "I used to read it to you, Gabrielle, when we were children."
"All children love it. I have been so
foolish!" She said it with a little restful sigh.
"So you don't want your school?" His face was turned to her.
"Of course I want it-more than ever! We will have it together. I need you for it." A sudden thought touched her, and she looked at him.
"Do you know, I think I have been immensely selfish," she said slowly. "I have not for one moment thought of anything but myself and what I want!"
His answer was not perhaps what she expected. He bent to her and kissed her. Then his glance traveled about the perfect room and he smiled.
"Now you will be selfish for me," he said. "I may not always be able to live up to your selfishness; but I want it." And all the perfect room seemed a little shocked. But Gabrielle Eaton laughed
HERE can be parently had little or no previous know-
which a work of art is produced-must people who inevitably leave its impress on the result. look at etch- Every medium has its limits and its possiings without bilities; the artist must respect the one
being awed or and avail himself to the full extent of his bored, and with an appreciable amount of power of the other. Bracquemond once pleasure, can give an intelligent answer to said that a work of graphic art must bear the question, "What is an etching?" In on its face, undisguised, the characteristics fact, an attitude frequently encountered of the technic by which it was produced. even ainong admirers of the art is that What wide diversity of expression can of diffidence before the mysteries of pro- be given to one and the same medium may cesses technical.
be seen in the case of etching by comparAnd yet, when these processes are ex- ing the work of such men as Rembrandt plained in simple, straightforward man- and Jacque, Whistler and Bracquemond, ner, the public shows an interest. The Haden and Ostade, Meryon and Buhot, exhibition illustrating the making of an Breenberg and Brangwyn, Lalanne and etching, held in the print gallery of the Jongkind, Lepère and Zorn. Each of the New York Public Library, drew thou- two here coupled represent strong, somesands of visitors, many of whom had ap- times antipodal, differences in method, in
An aquatint from Goya's "Caprichos" fluences, point of view, and subject; yet brightly against the solid black of the all of them understood and expressed the smoked surface, which, of course, was nature of the medium, and all worked smoked with that purpose in view. Thus fundamentally with the same materials, far the copper has simply been laid bare copperplate, etching-needle, and acid - wherever the point has passed, and nothmaterials that have been essentially the ing has been done to create a printing sursame for three centuries.
face. That is the work of acid. The On one side of a polished copperplate plate, its back protected by a coat of varthe etcher lays a thin coat of so-called nish, is placed in an acid bath, and wher etching-ground, which may consist of ever the copper is exposed the acid makes white wax, mastic, and asphaltum. This its attack. Furthermore, since some poris smoked over, and the design is drawn tions of the picture are to appear darker on the plate thus prepared with a steel and stronger than others, the plate is taken point-the etching-needle. As this needle from the acid when the lightest lines of pierces the ground and lays bare the cop- the picture have been bitten into the copper, the lines that it traces stand out perplate by the acid, and these parts are