“There Is something very peculiar
about this,” ho Is saying. "1 liavo
never met you until today, and yet It
seeing as If I had known you all my
life." The full glare of the electric
light is falling upon her nidified face,
A Hush creeps up to her cheeks, mak
ing them almost the Hut of the nif
ties about hei throat. She smiles
bright ly.
"I’erhaps we met in some other
world." she say...
"I am sure we have not; I should
have remember..), Mrs. Allyu tells
mo you have made some .haraeler
akelehes from one of my plays."
"I made (hem from your photo
graphs. Would you like to see them?"
■May 1?"
"Il you . are to come tomorrow
afternoon I shall lie pleased lo shew
them (o you."
He pula her Into the carriage will,
her friends and then stands for a mo
ment looking after (he brougham
rolling down the while asphalted
si reel.
"What a glorious woman."
Janet Townsend's studio is a simple
place where artists may always he
sure of llmling kindred souls on Fri
day afternoon, where newspaper men
and publishers drop In and gel Ideas
for thin or that, IMetures. draperies,
polled plants, portfolios and hundreds
of sketches In black and white are all
about.
Janet Is talking lo a well known
publisher about it cover design when
the star enters. She drops the piece
of cardboard and goes forward lo
greet him.
"I am glad you have come," The
welcome is simple, hut the Hush on
her fare speaks more than words.
.She shows him the sketches, exqnls
lie work from photographs In charac
ter, and one by one, as the day is
drawing to a close, the visitors drill
out and they are left alone.
