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[Copyright 1916 by W. D. Boyce Co.] .
CHAPTER I.
HODXANCE AND 4 GIRL.
studio was
HE in
semi-darkness, the
' painted faces on the
" easel: and walls
x shining out weirdly
lifelike in the dusk.
C) O In one corner an.old
Egg? ‘
1.'E’)’Dtian .9
out a faint light and
considerable odor.
Kirk Balliniter,
middle-aged artist, sat tilted back in his
chair by the window, his feet crossed on
' hands clasped behind his
. It was the hrs: warm evening: of
spring, the kind of nn evening that
tempts a man to go abroad in Search of
romance.
, The studio door opened with a. whisk,
‘.then closed softly. V .
9” is
. Or, -:-
A Studio Mystery
By Helen E. Haskell
Kirk Ballinger‘s feet came down from
the window>sill.
lello! VVho's:" he began, but
stormed short.
Standing with her back against the
door was :1 girl in a white dress, with a.
skirt that was modishly draped and
short, displaying slim ankles and unbe-
llevably little feet.
Kirk blinked, got to his feet, took A
step toward the girl, and reached out
foolishly.
"May I hide here for A little While?"
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Kirk's outstretched hand jerked back.
The girl real Romance had
dropped plump into Kirk's arms, or if
not into his arms, into his dull old stu-
m7" he asked.
lie had called her madam.
‘ not more than
“liid
then hushed.
It was absurd. hhe was
19 or 20,years old.
' ‘I 1: your pardon, air, for entering
so abruptly’
she’ spoke with arsonthern accent, lin-
gering over her vowels. "l was about
't"““""5 r "
' l iX
ller voice was soft and ‘D 81)’
to be married, but I changed my mind
quite suddenly and ran across the park."
She paused, clasping her hands upon her
h re is somebody coming up
sir, it would he a very
great kindness if you would allow me to
e for a few moments"eher eyes
swept the SlLl(lli!1"bl.'l'IlHll that knight in y
armor." r ,
‘Vlthout Waiting for an answer she i
ran across the room and slipped behind
the armored figure‘ Somewhere ou . e
:1 door opened and closed‘. The sound of
footstena dieui away.
Kirk Ballinxer struck a match nntl
lighted a gas Jet. The girl's frightened
face peered at him from behind the
gleaming culrass ol the knight. A lock
of hair had est-aperl from the coil at the
nape of her neck and rested on‘her
Kirk saw that she was very
“Is the coast clear'.’'‘ she whispered.
Ballinger strode to the door. Run: it
