Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-05-15
MARK DILL0N,s BOLD GAME.

az M getting into terribly bad hab-
its, Dora. Breakfast at half past nine
just fancy my INDUCING in such hours
three years sgo, darling, before the
world made up It's mind that painted
respectable pitures, and chose to pay
me accordingly" - 80
And young Melville Austin rose
from the daintily-spread breakfast table
a. which he and HIS wife were sitting.
Il hope you are going to remain at
home this morning., Dora said. in
LOT. coaxing tone, that well became
her petite figure and blonde-haircd,
girlish beauty. DO you know, Aus
tin, that you have not painted an atom
of canvas this week? There your
new picture of Anthony and Cleopa
ira"
Yes, my love-" the young artist in
ierrupted, Il plead guilty to have
shane.ully neglected Anthony and
Cleopatra; hut this mornings engage
ment will not occupy much time, and |
shall be home in an hour, trust, ready
tn begin work In the meanwhile.
Dora. il that model of whom / was
speaking should make her appearance,
just ask her to wait in the studio"
II am anxious to see this divinity
Melville. Is she so very beautiful 2
After a certain type, yes, the hus-
hand answered, carelessly. Then,
while his handsome face lit up with
sudden brightness, he added, in lower
tones. You know there is but one
woman in the world, Dora, whose
beauty can thoroughly satisfy me-
For some time after her husbands
departure that morning, Dora Austin
remained buried in what, Judging from
the happy smile that played about her
mouth. and danced in the blue depths
"f her tender eyes, must have been
thoroughly agreeable thoughts.
Was ever woman so biessed?" she
murmured presently, as if asking the
question of her own heart. Three
years morrow since we we're mar
ried, and still the same devoted love
from dear Melville. How foolish |
was ever to dream this worldly success
would cool the ardor of that love J
Nothing can ever change him-noth-
ing
The young woman has called ma am,
and Is now waiting outside. Shall |
show her into Mr. Austins studio?''
Dora 5 meditation had been abrupt
~ broken by the voice OF the stately
butler who stood Mt her elbow.
"0h! you mean Mr. Austin's model"
she SAID u little cOnfusedly. Yes.
James. believe your mI4ter wishes
Ter to wait in the studio till his re-
turn. BY the way, James. you may
manage to let her pass through this
room. wish to see her"
The man bowed, and departed to
execute Mr.. Austin's order, returning
presently. followed by poorly clad
woman, of whose face Dora merely
caught momentary glimpse as she
hurried toward the adjoining studio.
How beautiful the young wife
murmured: land what face for Cleo
pairIi She seemed anxious to escape
my notice, poor woman | wonder if
she is ashamed Of her vocation? You
told her, james, did you not"-ad-
dressing the butler, who returned at
this mOment-'that Mr.. Austin would
return very shortly"
Yes, ma am.
lanes was not absent from the
br aklast room five minutes before he
again made his appearance there. \
rather shabby man desired to see Mrs.
Austin. Should he admit him?
But the ceremonious butler had
scarcely finished speaking when gruff
voice sounded from the entrance of the
room.
A rough looking, heavily bearded
man was standing on the threshold,
directly opposite TO Dora, who was
seated near one of the windows.
You may 60, my good fellow, the
man said. I've particular business
with Ms Austin.
"les-JameS-yOu-may-gO.
The words were gasped forth some
how from Dora's white lips. If the
servant observed the agitation which
had suddenly overpowered his mis-
tresS. he was too well trained to mani
fest the least surprise, and quietly
withdrew from the room, closing the
door after him.
"0h heaven is you, Mark Dillon?
| thought you dead-I-."
She had risen while speaking the
above words, but the hoarse whisper
In which she uttered them died to
silence before she had finished, and
Dora Austin fell heavily ip a dead
swoon at the strangers feet.
The sound of her fall was quickly
followed 10y that of an opening door at
the further end OF the room, as Mr.
Austin model. wearing a startled look
on her beautiful face, hurried in from
the adjoining studio. But the strang-
cr's back was turned TO her as he bent
over the PROSTATE figure of Dora
Nor was he aware of the wOman's
presence in The apartment u til she
touched him lightly on the shoulder,
and in a rather timid voice, said. rs
The lady Ill. sir? | was in the next
ro0m. and heard. Heavens, Mark
You here?'
Ellen !" The man had suddenly
turnd his face toward the spca ker,
ghile still stopping over Mrs. Austin :
seuseless body, Oh, | recollect," he
continued. stcrnly; You told me that
YOU went out as a model, and this wO-
NAN husband is an artist That ac-
counts, perhaps, for you being here, and
you may thank your stars for having so
good an excuse. If | thought you
had followed me-
The angry fash of his dark eyes
finished the sentence more powerfully
than words could have done
Trembling in every limb, the woman
answered. pleadingly: Il had no
thought Of following You, Mark. |
never imagined that you knew this
lady. l." I'm
Leave this house instantly, Ellen
Don't hesitate a moment but go al
The woman shuddered, and turned
toward to the door leading into The
II may explain this. matter TO you
.ome other tune the man continued
.Lut remember. warn you aeains,
remaining in this house momen'
= IeUsrr than you can help. Cd
When the studio door had closed s.es
behind the woman's retTeatlng ste r,
Msrk Dillon once more bent over .h,
Irb;,e face of Dora Austin. a iain'