The Story of Louie

's New Pet: The Artist's Model," is to be found a dra

r. Sopley come to quar

iss Dragon, or you'll disturb the cestus.' 'Very good, sir,' I said, and off he went; and when he come back in an hour and a 'alf or so he said: 'You've moved, Miss Dragon!' 'I 'aven'

ck becomes at once a pioneer. Let there be set down, here in the beginning, the plain facts of how, a good ten years before the indignant

ily herself in order to soften the blow for her brother, Lord Moone. The real name of the man to whom she engaged herself was James Buckley Causton. Under this name he appears on the rolls of the 4th Dragoon Guards as a trooper in the years 18

discovery to himself; but a neck like a sycamore and a thorax capable of containing nine-hours-contest lungs cannot be hid when Academy time comes round. Sopley's measure was known. If Sopley painted an heroic picture it was certain he had had a hero as model. The Academy opens in May; before June was o

to teach her the stippling of birds' eggs and the copying of castles for the albums of her friends, nor was the great Academici

e Honourable Emily fi

an that in which they play so important a part; but we have nothing to do with large designs here. Call it what you will: something proper enough to legend, but of little enough propriety in a modern lady's life; a feeble echo of Romance, perhaps, but never i

bs about the studio in the intervals of posing for Henson's demigodlike canvases, were one and the same person. Her already throbbing pulse bounded. She herself was twenty-eight, a small, dark, febrile woman, given over to discontents based on nothing save o

as that she began "Lessons in Drapery." If here for a few moments her story be

of Drapery in this unrelated sense the Honourable Emily apparently inclined. Seeing her therefore, in this fundamental error, Sir Frederick, a master of Drapery, took from her the "copies" which had already supplanted the "copies" of castles in her portfolio, and good-

rom Henson's model, she began to draw Draper

n, he said, forbade him. If by his devotion he meant his devotion to his creditors, his constancy rema

Emily's studies

ese things except that they do happ

in all probability her maid would not have had to ask twice for. The most she got (when after much that is omitted here, it did at last dawn on the bashful Buck that she had any will in the matter at all) was a blush so sudden and violent tha

hand, to see a woman in tears because you will not permit her to humiliate herself is to have the other half of an impos

for me-you don't car

id that he did care for her; but

that Dragon

loring movements for the Honourable Emily to calm herself. Presently

Bible?" she shot

said Buck-"th

ddenly doubted whether the Honourable Emily would k

Bible, miss?" h

he one with the sto

t into t

o beg a man to marry me!

need trouble us here her tears conquered. The helpless Buck comforted her after the only

wever, calle

ely married in t

honeymoon. "And you are not to have your meals with the servants! I shall lunc

'm," sa

me that a much more potent factor was the Honourable Mrs. Causton's remembrance of her own words, "That I should have to beg a man to

Lord Moone, on the only occasion on which the two men ever met, as "Mr. Buckley, the drawing-master." Buck hadn't liked that much. He had made himself Buck Causton in nine hours of terrific co

his lips, murmured the prayer that begins:

par

all occasions as if there had not been salons and galleries and drawing-rooms in a dozen other parts of the great place. The Honourable Mrs. Caust

at he should put it into her hands

iss," s

auston a quarter of an hour later,

wandered slowly

iss," h

s far as-er-procedure-can be s

s. Thank

dered from Big Hugo's suit of

ss," he said unhappily. "Couldn't I go d

alked about more than must be either. Perhaps I ou

time in a duty to his successor. Then his eyes

o bold, miss-there

w what

o do with that,"

had, but if a lady said he hadn'

king your pardon agai

Mrs. Causton, closing he

a lady said it was so, so it was. Again the grave

ed after better tha

will?" he dare

no

he hes

pening a Sparring Academy-strictly for t

iscussion the shameful piece

the child was born-a girl. Fifteen months later the Honourable