The Old Blood

meant the official silence about Mulhausen and Liége? At Mer

long the road; Henriette went on with her painting, and Helen was absent on other missions.

e hit for good!" he thou

ateau forty miles from Paris who had been bred in French ways. He saw only Henriette; he lived Henriette; and Madame Ribot who watched him realised better than he how serious was his case

riette became silent, too, as if under restraint. A fear that he had shown signs of regarding Helen as an intruder led him to remind her one morning at breakfast that she had not yet kept her promise to make a charcoal

orgotten it

ed thoughtfully. "Y

e saw the mischief bubbling forth as it had when she held the mirror up to him across th

line," she said. "I like wrinkles and irregular features. It's a sort of specialism with

erstand her reasons"-she paused, lowering her head and looking at Phil thro

have spent days with

not having had

ad forgotten that," said Helen. "We'll

the nature of the mood. It wa

at Henriette!" she said warningly, as they

his pose when she broke out laugh

emember, you got yourself into this and you

hat I want more and more pictures of myself?" he complain

o much ancestor," said Henriette, entering into t

degree of cous

s Palmas, say if they saw him now? P. O'Brien, at least, would not call it "a man's job." Ther

as she did when she looked at her hair in the mirror. Then the graceful arm r

?" asked the voice

ha

re in the Southwest? Of course you did, hugeous Spanish sp

ay!" Phil

ained. "Here he is as he saw himself and the Rocky Mountains

th a great roll of parchment under his arm, was looking down on some ant-hills. On

his first steer-and as he really was!"

little finger holding a thread, was followed in the next scene by a

d. "Undaunted, he goes on his way, our conquista

ld not see the drawings or co

ead behind the easel to hide her amusement, perhaps, and others when

's daughter, from the revolutionista bandittistas-copyright reserved, plot per

fle restlessly,

hem-not even he, particularly when he has left his college diploma in his tent-and the

ess, a variety of tonal range, and a whimsicality and infectiousness which hers lacked.

American colleges and foreign missions, his pockets bulging with gold-thus-home to his first love, the girl in the kitchen at Longfield who makes strawberry shortcakes. Here he eats a strawberry shortcake as big as a mountain. Yet another tr

g up. "For what I have suffe

aneous ring. Every fibre in her body seemed to be laughing. She would not

was looking over her shoulder. "How do you like

"And may I have them? Father will double

caught a gleam from her eyes baffling in its brightness, as a sharp sunbeam thro

s that I ma

rcoal of you; so back to your pose,

put into her work. He could hear the "Oh, cusses!" muttered under her breath, which were only interjections in the course of series of questions and comments, jumping from Longfield and back again. He

s to-morro

speaking better than he knew and answering Helen's questions to the enchanting face of Henriette who, in her rapt li

chance for your to-morrow; amalgamate the prejudices that made this war. You live for the rising rathe

se generations; and we want to breed

Germans-

s gave up their European allegiance and fought in order that the newcomers s

or him with the beauty of Henriette before him and a certain m

y I'll never do it an

s finished. He rose as one will when the

riette, a touch of sharpness

mb. She had put all her vital

exclaimed Phil, as he

th cousins." Both Henriette and Phil flushed, and Helen looked from one face to the other lingeringly, keenly. She had caught the grace and charm of her sister as somethin

s! But I warned you that I can't do anythin

desperation about it, she grasped the edge of

torily. "I never liked anyt

hings when they displease me!

nstrated Phil. "It is

cousin!" sa

n of philosophical disinterestedness. What he saw was a man in love with a woman

ad for me. Have it if you want it," Helen added, as she bent to pick up her drawing materials, "and I'll go and

iette her back was toward him and she was taking her canvas off the easel

t gift, hasn't she?"

t character," Phil

ven mother and I never kn

Helen's charcoal under the other, while Henriette carrie

bout America," she said, looking

" he

made me feel the call of America; aroused the dormant American corpuscles in my blood," she continued, gazing thoughtfully at the path and

you'd find it qu

dn't I have my painting? My American c

is course, dispelling the doubts which h

tuttering. Madame Ribot's call from the doorway of the hou

he news is not good. Even Count de la Grange, who has just been here, admits that