The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1881-08-25

from il forever. returned the amorous
Eugene. And so the dang. rous mo-
ment passed.
But this state of affairs could not
last forever. One day, as Eugene Was
seated upon . divsn, thinking of his
lady love who had Just departed. who
should enter but Jacques Bruhiere.
Yes. there be was. with. ils attendant
earn ying has umbrella. his sketch books.
his camp stools, his baggage true
artist just from the country. The fal-e
one ;rembled as he thought that his
dream was over. Had he been Bor-
gia be would hsvs slain his friend. As
he was not, be pressed his hand warmly
aud bade him welcome But how could
be extricste himself from his dilemmar
How could he answer to = high spirited
woman for the deception he had prac-
ticsd upon herr Astopersusdrng J4c-
ques to cppsenty to 40 y ers ane q assht fvss
Keeping up the deception. that was out
of the question; where bis art was con-
cerned the PAINTER would prove As deaf
as post, aud as unmsnageable as
balky horse. So Eugene was puzzled.
Finally bright idea occurred to
him.
Why not thought ne, give q comic
turn to the affair. II properly done
Leonie will be disarmed She is easily
moved to laughter. and then will ex-
plain and beg her forgiveness
Alas Poor Eugene's ida was not q
happy one.
The next day when Leonie appeared
it was Jacques who met her at the
door He was III blouse cap and carr
ried palette and brushes.
Can | see NJ .BruhiereT she asked,
with some little surprise.
That is my name, madame, replied
the painter.
You Jacques BruhiereP said she with
an amused laugh. and sbe pushed by
him and entered the studio. You
the great painter? No. no I and she
seated herself and looked at him def
ansly.
But ii she was at ease in the studio
he was nore so. Her quick womau's
eye noted this, and on the easel there
WAS already begun canvas in which
she recognized the masters touch.
Leonie WAS becoming III at ease She
picked mp a little Hindoo god which
stood on the table beside her. trd
fingered it nervously. Her hands
trembled, the little monster slipped
from them and dashed to pieces on the
floor. The artist stepped to the wall
and rang the bell. The door opened
aud a servant entered, clad in livery
and wearing an apron. rendered neces-
sary BY the fact of his cleaning
brushes.
Did monsieur ring? he asked.
Leonie stared at him and gre
white
Yes. jean replied the artist.
Gather up the fragments of this tribe,
which madame has unfortunately bro
ken Now said he. turning to Leonie,
III madame will kindly inform me to
what owe the honor of this Wis
He stopped. Her white. set face. her
starry eyes frightened him.
"A lackey I she hissed 9 base
lackey And l have loved this heart
le,s. cruel. lying wretch!
With the ssdden impulse of fury she
snatched up pretty toy, silver
poinard, which lay upon the table,
and sprsng at Eugene. Quick as a
fash the artist dashed between. Bat
quick rs he was he was too la.e. The
poinard struck Eugene 10 the side,
infiicting deep wound. As she did
90. Leonie uttered shrek and tainted
away.
Engene's comedy had become a
tragedy.
Truly, q pretty sight for the studio
of an honest, hard working painter
groaned jacques Bruhiere. rs be gszed
upon the two PROSTATE forms. This
comes Of oblisipg your friends Catch
me doing it again