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

! called out 70 nun az he buttOned his
coat and prepared to face the bitter
I wind.
Did you steal that quarter, Joe? or
I are you thinking Of saving it for your
/ girl2' and Joe heard his grufi laugh as
he stumbled up stairs.
/ A sitting-roOm bright AMI warm,
! CHEEKY and enticing enough to tempt a
wandering god to leave his high
| Olympus and yearn fer mortality. Fit
| goddess for such a shrine was Blenche
| Carlson, reclining in great chair
/ screening her face from the heat of the
/ burning logs with silken toy-banrer,
and looking the incarnation Of all the
/ domestic virtues. Her robe Of gray
| hued satin, cut low in front. revealed
the exquisite contour Of her throat
| through the dainty lace; and from the
wealth of braided hair to the tiny foot
nesting IN It's cushion, she looked 'the
picture Of mind at ease"
The handsome man standing lust at
her side felt his heart warm and beat
the faster, as it had many times done
IN her sweet presence. For a while
there was silence. Steadily, concen-
| trated thought well become the fine,
clear-cut face, and Guy Carlson was
not one to hurry his pleasures. lie
was one who could wait for the bios
soming Of an aloe and who would not
weary Of an hundred years! At last,
with an evident effort, she threw of
thought and lifted her eyes to his with
a glance SO tender and witching that it
drew him to her instantly.
zone kiss' and he bent his head to
give the welcome carcss. what mag
ic has held your thoughts so fast that
you have neither look nor word for
poor me -
Poor you? You are spoiled. pet.
you too much, came the answer, Civ
EN- with eyes and mouth fairly dazzling
IN Their merry, coquettish love. With
n soft, happy laugh he caught her up
AMI pillowed her head on his arm,
drinking in deep draughts Of the love
light that only himself knew slept in
her wondrous eyes. Then, standing
with supporting arms, he renewed his
question:
But of what were you thinking, dar-
lingY
ooh, | had forgotten. / was think
ing of Linnette "
'Linnette, your maid ?' raising his
eyebrows II little III astonishment, yet
content to talk on any subject that in
tercsted her.
YES, Guy, my maid. She is an
enigma To me. Don't laugh when /
tell you she is one of the most perfect
ladies ever met What puzzles me
is not the fact itself-Of that | am as
sured-but whether it is natural or ar
titiCial. Is it instinct that tells her ev-
erything lady wants done-the incest
way of doing it, and while she performs
her duties unerrlngly, keeps her above
and aloof from the other servants"
you are not in the habit Of studying
your servants" and his amusement
was betrayed by laughing eyes looking
into hers.
"To-day,' she resumed, Il gave her
n piece of torn music TO sew. Ii was a
difficult concerto of Schulbert's. After
a few moments | CHANGED to look up
from my book, and she was sitting
WIN VIC lHUNiN 'ptI pti'It HcI, III
tently reading If you ever saw per-
son reading, whose whole intellect
seemed concentrated on the book, YOU
know how she looked | did not let
her see that noticed her. That girl
plays, and plays well, am sure of it.
Guy kissed her on brow and cheek
and lips, before he answered.
"what an enthusiastic little womanl
| do believe that you have princess
in disguise, win that content YOU?
Sit here and dream your pretty fancies
MI you will. am going out-onlv for
an hour. Goodbye for SO long
I'll.