Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1880-12-23
OF COURSE!

little maid coming up the s'alr5. one
stops a moment when she reaches the
landing, as though considering which
summons 10 answer first, anu as she
pauses, "a handsome young man leans over
the baIuster aud looks down upon her, ana
as he ~ rs be thinks that never gsz ne
upon = rrettier picture.
A slight, graceful young girl, win serl-
Gus dark eyes, dellcstely cut fea.urts,
clear pale face, and light ~aVy brown
hair, showing little specks OF gold as the
sunlieht falls through the HILL ~lnjoW
upon il, parted simply on tue low broac
brow and ripping away behind the love.
" ears until lost in the heavy GrecIan
cuil IT the back Of the small round head,
In closely clingiLg dress OF some soft
dark material, with knot Of garnet rib
bon At the throat, and 4 sister Knot Oh
each lace trimmed pocket OF the dainty
white apron.
"Oal I say, Browneyes," he calls out,
cheerily, as the GIRL becoming conscious
of his presence, looks up With smile,
twill you pore for me"
Gas soon as can Mr Denys," she re.
plies in g voice softer and s1eeter, bat as
frank and CHEEKY as mis- own Your
father and mother have both called me.
must attend 10 them first" And as the
handsome head ID Withdrawn, she enters
lie room on tue right, which one can see
at glance is the den oi n scui ptor v no u II
be true that good order is the foundation
of all good things" can never nope 10 At
tain any wondrous height in ms probes
sion. Half flashed sta,uettes and 6usis,
dilspids,ed Grms, legs and tofsors 10 Gay,
plaster and marble are staGdIDg and ying
about in the greatest confusion. over
ialss q Dr..
a br ad- brimmed hat; from the throat OF
dancing faun stream the long ends 81
siIken necK.tie; and flower girl offers
with her flowers pair OF crumpled I'D
gloves and soiled collar. The sculptor
himself an odd looking man, with Wild
ish black eyes, and massive head cover
ed with tangled mass OF the darkest
curls, Il gray thread cleaning here and
there-attired in u blouse, the back aIOne
OF which gives hint OF It's original
color. is regarding with critical gaze
hall modelled bpst on tie table before him,
which In turn regards him with the blank
stare peculiar 10 It's KIND.
"Ahl there you are" he ssys, approx
ingly, as Jessie comes quietly In ut is
well. | want your nose, my cnild. 'Ils
lust the nose tor Elaine COuldn't fnd a
beittr II | searched the wide world Ger
Stand over there by Hercules-thars
dear-and look at Mephistopheles." And
he CONNIE need 10 sing in 4 strong II not
altogether musical voice the Gold Song"
from Faust, ,s the voice from the opposite
room cal s again, "Gwendolen."
"Csn you spare my nose a little while,
siryn asks The model, still looking stead
" at the grinning tempter in the corner,
but with II CLEAN OF mischief IN her CONC
brown eyes. Mrs, GienmorelaLd Is call
ing"
"Oh ali, yes. Gwendolen"-working
away "how long have you heeD, Owen
dolen ?"
For two weeks past, sir. Ever since
my mistress began "The Princess anu The
Dairy Maid" May go, sir! = still, beat
OF models, with her eyes fixed on the hend.
you may; but come back soon; for
kings may DIE and enpeIors lose their
crowns, but AIT is deathless, and FOREVER
reigns."
"Yes, cir" asseuts Jessie, demurely, and
trips away.
Mrs Genmoreland, sitting before her
desk, on which orc piled many sheets OF
paper covered with eye-exaspeFatlng CHI
rography her right hand nervously wav-
ing her pen about her left grasping her
fluffy far hair, To It's great arrangement,
allows he wrinkle OF perplexed thought
on her brow to melt away as the pretty
girl sppears.
"Ggendolen, my dear" she exclaims,
turning suddenly around, and thereby
scattering the pile OF manuscript IN every
direction, Il want your ear. She has
the most correct eaI"-thjs 10 an elderly
lady who is sewing industrlously
by small work table in the cen
ter of the room, "Now, my prose is
excellent ard my poetry not had--so am
told; but sometimes my rhymes don't
rhyme exactly, and that sort OF thing is
only allowed 10 the very greatest OF poets.
I'm introducing a bsttle song Ia the last
chapter of my novelette,, and ! IN In DOUBT
about 'burrah' and war'-'rah' and war
Are they twins, or are they not, Gwendo-
len2'
But before GweDdolen, who is on her
knees picking up the scattered papers, can
reply, somebody comes down the stairs
with arush, snd bolts into the sancium.
Mother, | kiss your little lnk-slained
fingers" he says. But all the same,
must have Browneyes; | want her arm.
My grape. rstAerer Is waiting Tor me
wberewiihal &c gather the grapes
as It'll mean are theyY" asks Mrs,
Glenmoreland, ~ Jessie puts the manu-
scrpt on the desk again, and places
psper.weight upon it. Aud then she
smil,s ST her son, who, after tenderly rui-
fling the rrtiled hair still more, kisses the
brow benealn IT,
ar a. -, ,hipt thev are ~ uDdpstly an.