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It belongs to the art and need not be dragged into public to satisfy a woman's morbid curiosity." "Or a man's?" The laugh was gone from the face of the older man. "Or a man's, since you insist." Thornly looked into the depths of the rich glow upon the grate and took small heed of his companion's changed expression. "And your model gave us away?" "I beg pardon?"
Janet warned off the extended hands. Her arms were free, and they must serve her now. "Janet! What ails you, child?" "I do not know. I cannot think. Only I know you must not touch me; and and I'm not a child any more!" Then tears came, a wild, remorseful flood. The girl swayed upon the couch, torn by the emotions that lashed her cruelly. Thornly stood apart.
To like him was an open sesame to heart and confidence. And Janet liked the stranger immensely. "Mark comes in 'most everywhere," she repeated. "You'll have to look out for Mark." "He loves you, I suppose?" Thornly forbore to laugh, and he searched the frank face near him. "Now whatever made you guess that? He is not quite sure himself.
"We've got, so t' speak," he commenced with grim determination, "t' open up the grave of the Past." He was always poetical when emotion swayed him. "Ye see, Mr. Thornly, t' put it plain an' square, me an' Billy knows that ye have some idee o' Janet, an' Billy ain't goin' t' let ye take her under no false pretences.
"An' ye chose me when ye had sich a chance?" Wonder thrilled through the question. Was he to know more joy? "Yes, my own Daddy. I chose you because I loved you! I never even wanted you to know. But Mr. Thornly knew you better than I. You are nobler than I thought." "An' ye loved me like that?" A shining joy broke over Billy's face, a joy that drove pain and remorse before it.
As t' givin' our consent t' ye payin' yer respects, so t' speak, t' Janet, me an' Billy don't know, 'cordin t' law, as we have any right fur givin' or holdin' our consent. An' now ye have it straight an' fair!" "Thank you, Cap'n Davy," Thornly replied, "but, I repeat, the past can never mean anything to me." "But ye see, Mr.
"An', God willin', ye kin have a choice, my girl, even now! I ain't goin' t' stand 'twixt ye an' a open course. Ye've got his blood as well as hers! Ye must choose yerself, Janet, an' do it just an' honest like I've tried t' show ye how!" "Cap'n Billy," Thornly pressed the thin shoulder firmer, the real test was coming now, "our little girl has had her chance.
Thornly's door was set open to strangers and whatever air was stirring. He, himself, was sitting inside, his back to his coming guests and his eyes upon the unfinished picture upon the easel. Remnants of a chafing-dish meal were spread upon a small table, and silence brooded over all. It was only when Mark and Billy stood at the door that Thornly turned.
Her dark, clear eyes never wavered from the speaker's face, and Thornly saw trust and a growing calm rising in them again. "If I had gone far enough in thought," he continued, "I might have hoped that such beauty and power as you have would have made you great and strong enough in nature to want to help make these pictures, in spite of everything!
"No one else shall paint me," Janet assured him. "If I see a little wagon, I'll pull down my bonnet." "Thank you. And those on your side, too, Miss Janet! Your Cap'n Daddy, and that Captain of the Light, I'd like to surprise them by and by. Is it a go?" "Oh! yes!" The frank innocence in the girl's face again stirred Thornly. "It's a go, if my watchers do not interfere." "Your watchers?" "Yes.
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