During ereat moments like this, a
from a pipeful of tobacco. I droppeu
into a comfortable Morris, touched the
gas logs, and fell Into a pleasant
tream. It was not necessary for me
to start for the Twenty-third street
ferry till nine; so I had something
f:ke three-quarters of an hour to Idle
away. . . . What beautiful hair
that girl had! It was like sunshine,
the silk of co.-n, the yield of the har
vest. And the marvelous abundance
of it! ' It was true that she was an
artist's model; it was equally true
that she had committed a mild impro
priety in addressing me as she had;
hut, for all I could see, she was a girl
of delicate breeding, doubtless one of
the many whose family fortunes, or
misfortunes, forced them to earn a liv
ing. And it is no disgrace these days
to pose as an artist's model. The
classic oils, nowadays, call only for ex
quisite creations in gowns and hats;
mythology was exhausted by the old
masters. Rome, Parts, London; pos
sibly a bobemian existence in these
cities accounted for her ease In strik
tag up a conversation, harmless
nonsh, with a total stranger. In
Paris and Rome it was all very well;
Harrison Flshar.
but it is a risky thing to do In unro
mantic New York and London. TCow
ever, her uncle had been with her;
a veritable fortress, had I overstepped
the bounds of politeness.
