The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-12-22

ashamed, CAT least, my hands are dirty"
she added, looking away. But Mirabel
saw through it all, and pitied more and
| more 1
You've lover, perhaps /; ah, you have
many, know. But don't trust EN- The
one you lowell deceive you. He will, I
say. He'll steal your heart, and then
Bon Dieu !-and then he'll leave YOU
forget you" She rose excitedly, as
though msved by painful collection.
A brave light glowed in MirabePs face.
He never will, she said
You should have seen the woman's
face.
You think SO, but they're all alike.
wouldn't tell We if 'twant so. An it is
no use any way" she added, suddenly.
You won't believe me. Go and dance
! now. Go and dance with the rest; dance
while you can" and gathering up her
tattered shawl, she strobe away.
Dare, searching the rooms over for
Mirabel, found her pale, trembling, and
fearful .a
Why what is this? What has come
over your She crept close to him, cling.
ing to his arm. "You wouldn't leave
me? You couldn't forget me?"
Forget you! When forget you,
Mirabel may God forget mel'' he said
solemnly. "But what do you mean9
What has happened ?" o
Don't ask me now. 1t is nothing
Come away let us dance-chiLe zoe cam
she added involuntarily.
In the hall Judge Carisbrooke met
them. "Ah, Dare! I've something to
show you. Come. Mirabel." He led the
way to the drawing room. "You know
that landscape or seascape picked up
last year?
Landscapes Cattle in the fore.
ground ?"
ooh no, no; the landscape you fancied.
| River or sea, or something with long
stretch of meadows and hills and all
that"
Eyes; I think do" Dare answered,
! shading his eyes from the glare of the
| fire.
"Well, there is an odd little circum-
stance connected with it. If you remem-
Der, it WAS in q heavy, old>fashioned
frame, of most unusual width"
Really, can't say"
other day. and presto it is another
picture"
"Ah? What do you 2" Dare
rose up lazily, and turned his back to the
Ere
"Why the old frame hid at least six
inches of the picture on either side, and
couple of figures. 1t must have been
intentional. There is a romance and q
mystery for you, Mirabel. Here it is.
You can see for yourselves. The frame
came just here"
"What a sweet face !" exclaimed Mira
bel, drawing near.
Dare gave it long, close scrutiny. "No
name of the artist ?
"No I've looked for it." One or two
others passing, and overhearing their
words, joined them, glancing curiously at
the picture.
1t was simple thing-cool AND fresh
in color--a scene in Normandy. Only al
youth and maiden walking hand in hand
beside summer sea. His face was turned
away. Hers, shy, yet glowing under the
tint the sun had LAID upon it, told The
old, old tale that gives to life it's charrA
HIS was no peasant dress, no peasant
form Woe to her! Woe to the dove
wien it looks upon the eagle! Very
soft and dark were the long-lashed eyes
very dark and smooth the braids under
the high, white cap. Her short blue
petticoat made no attempt to hide the |
little feet that crushed the scarlet pop
pies in the grass.
"Really!'' said BERTHE Conway, adjust
ing his eye-glass Every good-very
good indeed No fancy sketch, though
depose, I'll wager. Cbair-oscurG rather
fi1e chi Dare?" a
Dare laughed.
"Bert turned art-critic? Saul among
the prophets 1t don't amount to much |
as work of art, begging your pardon,
Carsbrooke, still it's rather good bit |
OF color Ill take it off yours hands when
you're tired of it, It'll match some hing
| bought the other day-that Fish
wives, Picnic" you know
III,
1t was still half hour to midnight
when Nallie Ray a mass Of crumpled
lace and cambria, raped at Mirabel's
door.
Did you leave your Christmas gifts
on he sldeboard ?"
"All but this one" Mirabel's fingers
were busy tying up little box covered |
with silver paper. odd you ?"
mo; but slipped down moment
ago oh and the picture you were look
ing at in the drawing room is there, with
card,-I couldn't help reading it
"Durs, s0ith a merry Christmas, from has
old friend CtriSbr0ok6
Chow kind but that is like him.
Come in and keep nay fire warm while
run down You're sure l'll meet no one"
"Oh no the gentlemen are in the
smoking room, and will be for an hour
Or If you do, you'll make charming
&. ,rhitn nd