The girl and the guardsman . peeredafter her into the depths of the stair-way. 191 THE GIRL (Sr- THE GUARDSMAN Barton heard the scuffle throughhis open door, though in the suddenwhirl of a new and startHng thoughtit may scarcely be said to have defi-nitely drawn his attention. The locket and a summons ! Thiswas as absurdly grotesque as all therest. When Mr. Tibbetts, panting fromthe climb and the collision, and atrifle dishevelled, strode to the execu-tion of his last appeal, determined tolay everything before Barton, hefound the artist incomprehensiblypaused with his back to the door. Barton
The girl and the guardsman . peeredafter her into the depths of the stair-way. 191 THE GIRL (Sr- THE GUARDSMAN Barton heard the scuffle throughhis open door, though in the suddenwhirl of a new and startHng thoughtit may scarcely be said to have defi-nitely drawn his attention. The locket and a summons ! Thiswas as absurdly grotesque as all therest. When Mr. Tibbetts, panting fromthe climb and the collision, and atrifle dishevelled, strode to the execu-tion of his last appeal, determined tolay everything before Barton, hefound the artist incomprehensiblypaused with his back to the door. Barton — began the old man. The artist slipped something intothe pocket of his coat, strode acrossthe studio and reached for a hat thathung upon a deers antlers. The hat was covered with dust, and Barton 192 THE GIRL &- THE GUARDSMAN Struck it across the edge of the couch,then brushed it absently with hissleeve. ** Mr. Tibbetts,* he said when hehad faced about, ** I should like togo out home with you, if you dontmind. «3 93. Pail?
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