Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-08-19

day when be was, as usual, attem ptir g
to transfer her to canvas, "A particularly
atrocious tree which he had introduced
iu the background attracted her atten-
tion.
Jacques" said she, "don't you
think that you aro-well. that you're
losing little of your skill?'
What?" shouted Eugene.
81 nean-that isl m afraid that
keep you SO much from your work
that"
II only hope that yon may keep me
from it forever returned the amcrous
Engere. And so the dangerous IL oment
passed.
Bnt this state of affiirs could not
last forever. One fine day, as Eugene
was seated upon divau thinking Of his
laiy I've, who had jnst departed. who
should enter but jacques Bruhiere.
Yes, there he was, with his attendant
carrying his umbrella. his sketch books,
his camp stools. his baggsge--a true
artist just from the country. The false
one tremhled as he thought that bis
dream was over. Had he been Bor-
gia he would have slain his friend. AS
he wss not, be pressed his hand warmly.
and bade him welcome. Bat how could
he ex'ricate himself from his dilemma
How could he answer !, high spirited
woman for the deception he had prac-
ticed upon her? AS to persuading
Acques to consent to any arrangement
for keeping up the dec. ption, that was
out of the question; where his art was
concerned the painter wonld prove a.
deaf as posi-, and "a unmanageable
AZ balky horse. 50 Eugene WAS puz
zlPd.
Finally a bright idea occurred TO
him.
"Why not" thoneht he, give 81
comic turn to the affair. If properly
doLe Leonie will be dissrmed. She iS
easily moved to laus hter, and then !
will explain and beg her forgiveness. -
Alasl Poor Eugene's idea was not q
happy one.
The next day when Lsonie appeared
it was Jacques who met her at the door.
He was in blouse, cap, and carried pal
ette and brushes.
Can 1 sea NJ Bruhiere? ?" she asked
with some llitle surprise.
THAT is my name, madame. replied
the painter.
You Jacques Bruhiere!" said she
with An amused laugh. aud she pushed
By him and entered the studio. You
the great painter? No, mol" and che
seated herself and looked at him de-
iantly.
Bnt il che was ut ease in the studio,
he WAS more so. Her quick woman +
eve noted this, and on the easel there
WAS already begun canvas in which
che recognized the masters toach.
LeOnie was becoming i'll at ease. She
picked up little Hindoo god which
stood on the table beside her, and tin-
gered it nervously. Her hands trem-
bled, 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 AMI a
servant entered, clad in livery and
wearing an apron, rendered necessary
by the fact of his cleaning brushes.
Ibid monsieur ring?" he asked.
Laonie stared at him and grew white.
Yes, Jean," replied the artist.
Gather up tho fragments of this
trifle, which madame has unfortunately
broken. Now" said he, turning TO
Leonie. "if madame will kindly inform
me to what l owe the honor OF this
Wis"
He stopped. Her white, SCI face, her
starry eyes frightened him.
"a iackeyl" she hissed; "a base
lackey! And I have loved this heart
less. cruel, lying wretch!"
With a sudden impulse of fury she
snatched up q pretty toy, silver pom
lard. which lay upon the table and
sprang at Eugene. Qnick as u fash
The artist dashed between them. Bat
quick as he was he WAS too late. Tue
ponisrd struck Eugene in the side. in
flicting deep wonud. As she did so
Leonie uttered a shrek and tainted
away.
Eugene's comedy had become trag-
edy.
"Trnly, pretty sight for the studio
OF an honest, hard working painter,
groaDed Jacques Bruhiere. as he gazed
upon the two PROSTATE forms. Ihis
GENES of oblieiog your friends. Catch
me doing it again"