The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1878-11-08
him of whom she was talking.
A second voice, he never had heard
before, answered.:

ldlltIcI, you Cculu uO II Juoe do al
tistically, if you only thought sol There
Adal 1 do deserve credit for my eye
brows, don't 1? Everybody praises
them, / know"
And eyebrows, too, exactly as tha'
scamp of nephew had saadl Mr.. Av
ington grew cold and wild-eyed.
"Oh, there goes five o'clockl / had
no idea was so late, Ada. There's q
good grill do get out my black silk ant
seal skin, won't your Mr.. AvingtoI
likes that suit best of any l wear hi
says. Lay them on the bed, Ada.
just want to round this limb out trifle
more before 1 dress"
Good Lord Mr.. Avingtonis Mortified
ears were fairly deafened. He sunk
into chair with groan.
"Cheeks paintedl Eyebrows penciledl
Good Lord, and thought she was one
of the sweetest, most modest of womenl
Marry her-neverI And to think she
only has been thinking of my money,
'old curmudgeon' that 1 am! Thank
heaven, l have been saved from a terri
BILE fate"
He heard rustic of silken skirts in
her room, low, musical laughter, some
commonplace, uninteresting remarks,
and then Jennie's voice again:
"There, I'm all ready for my beloved.
Don't you envy my rider"
And then Mr.. Arlington got off his
chair, his face full of determination and
defiance.
81 wonder if she has any idea how
long it will be before her charming
friend envies her. her ride with such a
horrid old curmudgeon as II Instead
of the ride, Miss Baldwin will see me,
and hear from my lips my opinion of
her."
And so, a 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 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 all ready and waiting,
Amory. This is my friend, Miss De-
land, who is giving me instructions in
water colors. Only see what 1 have
accomplished this afternoon! Oh, Am
ory how did you find out had changed
my room? AT the Officer"
A curious, unsettled feeling was
creeping over the gentleman. Paint
ing in water colors!"
Then he remembered Jennie's ques-
ton.
"No-Yes-that is, they told me at the
Office. So you are an amateur artist are
your"
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 cheeks. and the difficult mould
ing of the eyebrows"
Mr.. Arlington felt stranger still as he
stood there.
"Ah, indeedl'
1t was all he was capable of saying.
"Show Mr.. Arlington that sketch OF
Faust and Marguerite you are finish
ing, Jennie. Let him Judge for himself
of your ability"
Jennie laughed.
"My especial pet aversionl Inever
tire of berating that horrid, distrusting
old curmudgeon of a Mephistopholes,
who comes in, in the background He
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 himl BAIL the ideal"
Mr.. Arlington looked at the really
ereditable picture, but his head was all
awhirl, his heart beating furiously.
81 like the strength and vigor of the
outlines, and especially the lovely
curve of Margureit's outstretched arms
don't you Mr.. Avingtonr Jennie
finished the limbs the last thing this af-
ternoon. Tell me, ought we not both
be proud of our pupil?"
And then Mr.. Arlington felt like dam
cling the widest dance he had ever
heard of. He could hardly refrain from
snatching Jennie up in his arms and in
stead, figuratively hugged himself, at
the same time recording a malediction
on his assinine head.
And that afternoons drive 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.. Avington's
room, but queen it at will in the splen-
did mansion he bought for her. And
even young Arlington declares she is
the finest woman he ever sawin his life.
Occasionally his uncle pokes him fa-
cetiously in the ribs.
'"How about the paint, and powder,
and pencils, and the rest of the ex-
tras, eh? Didn't tell you? Didn't /
how?"
But he never yet has told a living
soul another episode in his courtship;
nor does Jennie even dream of how, for
a few minutes, once upon a time, he
beliyed her false in every sense.