A Speckled Bird. Evans Augusta Jane
think of the carnation garden in San Francisco, where Uncle Dane used to carry us?"
"How long ago was that, Leighton?" asked Mr. Herriott, watching the woman's face.
"Oh, it was when I was a little chap and wore frocks."
"Were you born in San Francisco?"
"No. He was born in – Territory."
"Mrs. Dane, can you tell me what became of the artist Belmont?"
"Why do you ask me that question?"
"In order to get an answer. He painted your face for his 'Aurora,' and the picture was photographed."
"Yes; I needed money, and Mr. Dane permitted him to come to our house for the sittings. That was my first and last experience as a model."
"I have met you before."
She straightened herself, and answered defiantly:
"Probably I have sold you gloves, or socks, or handkerchiefs – certainly not the right to meddle with my personal affairs."
"I went with a San Francisco friend to see a night school for women, which his mother had established. You were there."
"Yes, I was there two winters. Now, sir, have you a police badge hidden inside your coat? Are you playing reporter – disguised as a benevolent gentleman – hunting up the details of last night's meeting and riot at Newark? You know, of course, that I made a speech there?"
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