Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1883-06-07
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with ita force. Miss Willett passed
leisurely into the other room.
"Charley" she cried out, joyfully. as
if welcoming some one who had just
entered from another door. 81 am 80
glad you are heer at last. Are you
wet?'
"Who's Charley, confound him?"
thought the artist; "and why does she
welcome him in that enthusiastic way|
"Wel? Il? echoed d deep, cheering
voice. "No danger of that in the word,
little Natl But who have you got in the
sittngroom?'
jealous, eh?' thought Clifton, with a
grim smile. ~ am glad of III"
"Hushl" Matte responded, lowering
her voice. Don't spead so loud. It's
that poor young fellow from Carlin's-
the weak. minded young man you know,
whom his friends have boarded there.
never have happened to see him be-
fore, but they tell me he is quite harm
less, and when | cav him standing
there in the rain, making no effort to
60 one way or the other, felt sorry for
MIN and brought him here"
"Whatl CAriin's idiotl' shouted Char
ley in evident CONSERVATION.
Yes, Carlin's idiot, If you will cal
him so-whiCh is very rude and IN
christian Of YOU" retorted Matte
'But the trouble is, how to get rid of
him. They say he never will 60 away
unless you put him out by main force" "
Charley, the innocent wretch, indulg
ed in low and prolonged chuckle.
NOW you have done iir said he.
"We'll wait little until TIE deluge
! holds up, and I'll see how can get Won
out Of your dilemma"
! But Mr. Clifton Durande waited for
no such denoumeut. He, the ping Of
Fifth avenue fashion, the mould of
New York form, TO be- taken deliber-
ately and in cold blood for Culin's
IDIOT II was too much for any mans
philogophy, and catching up his skele.
ton portfolio and hat he rushed out
! into the rain.
perhaps / needed the lesson he
said, "but it was rather sharp one.
Culin's idiot, indeed"
He got home to Castleton Hail where
he was the guest of Mr.. Alberique Cas-
Teton, just as q superb rainbow was
arching over the dripping wood, and
the sun broke IN q great blaze Of glory
from the west
IL had been long, rainy walk; and
rs be walked he hal thought Of only
two things-CMlin's idiot and Matte
Willetl's fair, serious face.
How she pitied melp he said to
himself. There was serene, gracious
compassion in every word she spoke.
every glance she bestowed upon me.
J might have known il WAS not intended
for my own personaliiy--clumsy, CON
ceitod blockhead that | w4sl"
LILLIAN" he said to Miss Castle, that
evening, "hav9 you invited Miss Will
lett to your party next week.?
"Mattie Willet?" eaid Lillian, knit
ting together her pretty brows. con.
yes. Sees old Farmer Wilett's daugh-
ter. She sings exquisitely and accom-
panies herself with taste on the guitar.
She Is very sweet, cultivated girl.
But what do you know about her, Cliff
tou?'
"Oh," said our hero evasively, 81
have CHANGED to hear Of ner in my Pc
reernations. And who is this Char
ley ~
"He is her brother" said Lillian Cas-
tie.
And then Mr.. Durando felt better.
But it was not without a certain ma. |
licious satisfaction that Clifton bowed |
low TO Matte Willet looking pretter
than ever IN white muslin and pale !
blue rbbons) the right of the party at
Casteton Hall when Lillian introduc |
ed them.
She looked at him with solemn sur. |
prise, evidently recognizing him in |
spite of his diamond studs, lavender
necktle and elegant evening suit.
lyon see" said he with a smile |
"that am not Carlin's idiot, after all. |
Bat l have to thank you for your gra.
cious and gentle Hospitality all the
same
II am sorry l made such an awk-
ward mistake, " said Matte, cooring a
little.
But am not" said Mr. Durande |
"for 1t showed me the spontaneous
kindness of your nature"
And before the evening was o,er
they were the best of friends.
Mr., Clifton Durande's picture Of can |
April Shower over Glitter Falls was
hung on the sight line" in the next
springs exhibition at the Academy OIL
Design, and Matte Wllett took an in. |
nocent pride in its beauty, as she stood !
IN the crowd leaning upon the arm oil
the young artist himself.
and 70 think that l, simple little
country girl, should be engaged to such
a great artist" she murmured, so low
that The words could reach his ears
alone.
"Au artist, he responded, "but per.
haps not 3 famous one, after all. II
shall not forget, Matte darling, what
blow TO my compaeency it was when
/ discovered that YOU had mistaken
ne, the budding genius, the conscious
New Yorker, for-CarhA's IDIOT"
Please lease do Try and forget
that said Matte.
81 wouldn't for ell the world"
Kisses on Interest.