Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-02-09
WALTER BLAkELY'S MASTERPlECE

WALTER BLAKELY'S MASTERPIECE
''Are you going out, Ellen?' asked
Mrs. Vivian, rs her daughter entered
the room, equipped for walk.
eyes, mother dear, am going down
to meet papa. lie said he should re-
turn by the Park stream" She closed
the door as she spoke.
Mr.. Vivian, his wife, and his daugh-
ter, Ellen, had come northward 50 that
he might enjoy little fishing, of which
he was extremely fond. He had very
fortunately hired portion of stream
which ran through the grounds of a
certain Mr.. Rothay, q wealthy London
man, who, having met Mr.. Vivian on a
committee when the latter was MEM
Der for Western brough, had now
claimed acquaintance and placed the
preserved fish in his demesne at Mr..
Vivians disposal. On this particular
morning Ellen had arranged to meet
her father in the GROUNDS of Ben Lyd-
ing, so she had set out, as we have
seen.
Ellen Vivian was scarcely nineteen,
quck-witted, daring and imaginative.
A bright, honest, but not exactly a
pretty face was lighted up by pair of
gray eyes, alas rather shurtsghted,
which looked at you with trustful ex-
preston.
Entering the park gates boldly she
followed the not-too-well marked path
along the stream, intent only upon
Joining her father. The park was per-
fectly silent, save from the ripping
murmur of the river and the twittering
of the birds in the bushes which over
hung the deep pools-the home ofmany
a lusty trout. Ellen paused more than
once to look about her, for with all her
bravery she was apt to feel nervous at
times; and her pet terror, must con-
TESS, was COW. That cows were use
full animals Miss Vivian would not
have denied, but why they should look
at her so and moo in such a very
savage manner she could not divine.
She had not gone very far along the
bank Of the stream when rs she turned
corner she perceived something right
in her path. What could it be? She
paused and endeavored to make out
the object. 1t was not moving; she
would approach, she thought, and I'M
der cover Of the brushwood try to see
what it was. TO return would never do.
Suppose ner father were awaiting her
suppose the figure were here father
This last idea decided her. She adj
vanced; the ching" whatever it was,
moved, and then an Enthusiastically
English voice--not her fathers called
out
"Come along, my gill, | shan't eat
you. There is nothing to be afraid
of"
So it was not n cow after all it was
only mana much less dangerous an
imal and Ellen, though inwardly rath-
er indignant ut the free-and- easy tone
of the speaker, recollected that her
country costume and the imperfect view
the person must have had of her APP
pearance might excuse his want of
courtesy. She therefore came forward
quickly her eyes fixed upon the ground
AS she approached she managed to
look up, and through her dark lashes
she made out young and apparently
good-looking man seated at his easel
sketching the very pretty bit of land
scape before him. The artist very po-
litely arose and making way for her to
pass said:
II trust caused you no alarm.
perceived you nestated to advance just
now"
Ellen looked up and met very adj
miring gaze fixed upon her. She
blushed and looked down as she re-
Piled
Il was a little frightened at first l
took you for cowl | am rather short
sighted. beg your pardon"
81 am very glad you stopped as you
did; you did me Il great favor" he
said.
How" said Ellen, II do not under
stand"
81 was enabled to put you into my
picture. 1t is now Complete; no one
can deny that | have been sketching
the beauties Of Ben Lydding."
Bushing at The compliment Ellen
bowed and passed on. The young man
continued to follow with his eyes her
retreating figure, and as she disappear
ed he heayed sigh and returned to
his work, but not to the landscape
tnat WOulu uut escape ullu-tht Llil pres
sion made upon him by this wood.
nymph might. So he addressed him
to producing a careful likeness OF
Ellen, and when the portraiture was
complete he looked upon it with evil
dent satisfaction.
81 would give up my chance of being
hung on the line for an introduction 10
that charming girl | wonder who she
is? Som ething out of the usual run OF
tourists, expect. | wonder how she
came here? / wish she would come
back"
But she didn't Walter Blakely
waited for fully half an hour, but Ellen