Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1881-04-07

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him, and say that / beg to be excused
this evening, bnt viii 90 to his studio
tomorrow. Why, what j. the natter
for the girl stood flushing and paling,
and, for the first time since she enter
ed the house, her compOsure was en-
tirely gone. Alta sign the man with.
drew, and Mrs. Carlson turned again
to Linnette.
Why do you not 90 ?"
"Oh, madam, cannot James take
the message? / beg
and if | insist ?"
must refuse"
Mrs. Carlson rang the tiny bell on the
tea-table; and when the man reappear.
ed, repeated her message to him.
When the door closed after him, Lin
nette spoke with forced calmness:
" You wish me to leave, / suppose"
" | do not quite know what | want.
Llnnette. | am angry, and in most
cases would dismiss servant at once
who disobeyed me. You are young.
alone, and | own beautiful. | cannot
send you away without chance to ex-
plain what seems TO be utterly mex
plicable. | give it &c you now ?''
" Because-he is my father :" And
as She spoke the attitude OF humility
dropped from her, as a folding-wrap
loosed from a beautiful woman disclos-
Is charms Of form and carriage before
undrempt of. She raised her head
proudly and met the eyes whose chang
ing expression betrayed doubt, distrust
and admiration in quick succession.
Now that | have spoken it is due to
him, as well as myself, that | should
tell you ALL
Mrs. Carlson resumed her chair and
listened intently to the story Linette so
eagerly related:
NY mother has been dead for many
years. spent nearly all my life in a
convent house in France until two
years since, when my father came for
me and brought me to America. With
Us came a nephew Of his, Edouard
Moquin, who, although, very attractive
and greatly beloved by my father, be-
lleyed utterly unprlncipled. He was
determined to marry me, not for my
self bat for my fortune. Ny father
favored his suit. was growing to love
my father, who in all hut name had
been a total stranger to me when | left
France; but every advance was met
by attempts to induce me to marry
Edouard, Irritated finally by my CON
.lnued resistance, he used threats and
finally dix, attempt TO coniine me to nv
room, | loathed Edouard His every
oOk and word | viewed with disirust
md my indignation at my treatment
was unboundcd. | do not. looking at
he matter As sorrow and much thought
have made me see il. blame my father
rs | did. You know in France, chill
lren's wishes are little thought of in
,hese matters, and he considered me
pound to abide by his decision. 1t
VAS hard to see the cherised scheme
u years frustrated by what he called
5lrllsh obstlnacy; but was hasty and
passionate, and fed ut the first chance,
seeking refuge with a sometime SER
iant, who had won my confidence in
he few times he had come to visit his
Did masters daughter. / have known
much If want and distress, but have
leyer once dreamed of returning to
Grave my fathers indignation and
Edouard's renewed addresses"
Something of this / have heard
rom Mr.. Dubois himself" said Mrs.
Carlson, when she concluded. "Yeu
we're too hasty, Linette. Very soon
utter you disappeared, and while your
ather was searching for you in every
direction, EdOuard went back to France
curing Mr.. Dubois of all
liking for him by taking every thing
ne could III any way convert into
ash, your mothers jewels includ-
I'd. Every time | go to him he
speaks of you-often with tears-and of
MS unceasing efforts 10 find you. Well,
guy what wrath have you SEEM
for Mr.. Carlson had entered the room
md was standing transfxed with amaze
ment at seeing his wife standing with
one arm thrown round the waist of her
maid, whose face bore traces of tears.
This amazemeut was not lessenrd by
Blanche, with elaborate courtesy, intro
iuclng:
~.
Paul Dubois paced his studio impa-
.iently. Lady sitters were getting to be
1 nuisance to him. In his youth he
lad always painted more or less; but
With advancing years he felt it more of
4 task than pleasure, and the hab-
tual unpunctuahty of women was his
theme Of discourse.
The last woman | will paint" he
ne growled, sending a footstool out of
his way with great violence. Sudden
y he paused before an easel and re-
moving the cloth, stood wrapped in
hought before Linette as we first saw