The third violet - 1897 Author:Stephen Crane Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. Hawker had a writing friend named Hol- landen. In New York Hollanden had announced his resolution to spend the summer at Hemlock Inn. " I don't l... more »ike to see the world progressing," he had said ; " I shall go to Sullivan County for a time." In the morning Hawker took his painting equipment, and after manoeuvring in the fields until he had proved to himself that he had no f desire to go toward the inn, he went toward it. The time was only nine o'clock, and he knew that he could not hope to see Hollanden before eleven, as it was only through rumour that Hollanden was aware that there was a sunrise and an early morning. Hawker encamped in front of some fields of vivid yellow stubble on which trees made - , .w' olive shadows, and which was overhung by a china-blue sky and sundry little white clouds. He fiddled away perfunctorily at it. A spectator would have believed, probably, that he was sketching the pines on the hill where shone the red porches of Hemlock Inn. Finally, a white-flannel young man walked into the landscape. Hawker waved a brush. " Hi, Hollie, get out of the colour-scheme! " At this cry the white-flannel young man looked down at his feet apprehensively. Finally he came forward grinning. " Why, hello, Hawker, old boy ! Glad to find you here." He perched on a boulder and began to study Hawker's canvas and the vivid yellow stubble with the olive shadows. He wheeled his eyes from one to the other. " Say, Hawker," he said suddenly, " why don't you marry Miss Fanhall?" Hawker had a brush in his mouth, but he took it quickly out, and said, " Marry Miss Fanhall ? Who the devil is Miss Fanhall ? " Hollanden clasped both hands about his knee and looked thoughtfully away. " Oh, she's a girl." "She is?" said Hawker. " Yes. She c...« less