The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1878-07-11

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was the work of a carmine pencil!'
THAT right cheek" Mr.. Arlington
! grew white with horror.
"Flatterer. you could do it just as ar
1 tistically. if you only thought so! There,
/ Ada! | do deserve credit for my eye
brows, don't l? Everybody praises
\ them, | know"
/ And eyebrows, too, exactly as that
scamp of a nephew had sad! Mr.. Av-
/ ington grew cold and wild-eyed.
'Oh, there goes five o'clock! [ had
] no idea | was SO late, Ada. There's a
! good grill do get out my black silk and
seal skin, won't you? Mr., Arlington
/ likes that suit best Of any | wear he
says. Lay them ON the bed, Ada. |
! just want to round this limb out a triile
| more before | dreSs.n
| Good Lord! Mr.. Ayington's Mortified
ears We're fairly deafened. He sunk
/ into a chair with agr0an.
Cheeks painted! Eyebrows penciled!
/ Good Lord, and / thought she was one
4 of the sweetest, most modest Of women!
/ Marry her-neYeT! And to think she
| only has been thinking Of my money,
! 'old culmudgeOn' that | am! Thank
heaven, | have been saved from terri
| bic fate"
He heard a rustic of silken skirts in
her room. low, musical laughter, some
| commonplace, lminteresting remarks,
| and then Jennie,s voice again:
There, I'm all ready for my beloved.
Don't you envy my rider"
t And then Mr.. Arlington got off his
! chair. his face full of determination and
+. defiance.
= wonder if she has any idea how
| long it viii be before her charming
1 friend enyics her. her ride With such a
! noGrid old clTmudgeon as |? Instead
/ of the ride, Miss Baldwin viii see me,
ana hear from my lips my opinion of
her"
And so, few minutes later, he raped
on Miss Baldwin's door, and Jennie
herself, fair, blooming and smiling,
opened it-a tall, elegant woman, SYM
| metrical in figure as d Venus, with eX-
| quisitely-melting blue eyes, and magni-
fcent, heavy arching broWs over them
| and complexion Of roses-and-cream-
| Just what Mr.. Arlington himself had
said of her-.rich, rare, ripe. juicy,
| fruity.,' with the mellow sweetness of
perfect womanhood.
Come in, | am al ready and waiting,
| Amorv. This is my friend, Miss De-
land, who is giving me instructions IN
water colors. Only see what | have
accomplished this afternoon. Oh, Am
ory how did you find out | had changed
my room? At the ot1ice?"
A curious, unsettled feeling was
creeping over the gentleman. Paint
ing i'll water cOlOrs."
Then he remembered Jennie's qucs-
ton.
'No-yes-that is, they told me at the
office. So you are an amateur artist are
| you?'
| Miss Deland smiled,
''She is too modest to call herself so;
but | can assure her that not one of my
| pupils. nor even myself, can excel her
in her exquisite skill of painting faces,
especially the delicate peachy contour
OF the checks, and the difficult mould
| ing OF the eyebrows
Mr.. Arlington felt stranger still as he
stood there.
'Ah, indeed!'
1t was all he was capable Of saying.
''Show Mr. Arlington that sketoh OF
Faust and Marguerite you are finish
ing, Jennie. Let him judge for himself
of your ability"
Jennie laughed.
'My especial pet ayersioni never
| tire of berating that horrid, distrustlng
| old cumGdgeon of Mephistopholes,
who comes in, in the background. lie
reminds me Of old Mr. Runyon, who is
going to marry little Bessie King, when
it is nothing in the world but his money
that wins him wife! As if anybody
could love him. Bah! the idca,o
Mr.. Arlington looked at the really
creditable picture, but his head was all
aWhirl, his heart beating furiously.
Il like the strength and yigor of the
outlines, and especially the lovely
curve Of Margureit's outstretched arms
don't you Mr.. Avington? Jennie
| finished the limbs the last thing this af-
temoon. Tell me, ougnt we moi both
be proud Of our pupil?"
| And then Mr.. Arlington felt like dan
| cling the widest dance he had ever
heard Of. He could hardly refrain from
| snatchlng Jennie up III hig arms and IN
stead, tiguratiyely hugged himself, at
the same time recording maiediction
on his assinine head.
And that afternoons dIive was the
most perfectly enjoyable one he ever
| took; for Jennie named the early day
when she need no longer live on the 9TH
er side of the door in Mr.. Ayipgton's
room, but queen it at viii in the spien-
| did mansion he bought for her. And
even young Arlington declares she is
the finest woman he ever sawin his life.
Occasionally lis uncle pdl.es him "a
cetiousiy in the ribg.
"IIow about the paint, and powder,
/ anu lttttfi9i sf4iit t4iE It2t III ti!s a.
tras, eh? Didn't / tell your Didn't |
! know"
But he never yet has told 4 living
soul another episode in his comtship:
nor does Jennie even dream Gf how, for
few minutes, once upon a time, he
| belived her false in every sense
Beet-sugal factories pay we'll IN Ger
many. The balance sheet OF the Gu
| jawien" sugar factory at Amsee, now
only in the second year of its existence,
sets forth that during the past season
the company have treated y, ,2S2 tons of
beets, and after writing off five per cent
for depreciation of buildings and ten
per cent for that of maehina.y, LAYING
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