Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1883-04-04
JOE. DAYTON,S MODEL.

woman in America with n face beau
tiful enough to carry out your de-
sign"
Joe, I've found her."
"Where is she?"
Joe Dayton knocked over the cigar
stand and stood up before Mark Hat
field.
"She may be in the next room for
ought | know. | expect her every
moment, and | am sure l don't want
to brighten her away"
"Where did you find her."
an B-Square, No. r."
"Why, that is Clifton's!"
Precisely"
"You don't mean Isabel Clifton /?
She is as ugly as squaw."
"No, don't mean Bell Clifton, Joe,
keep still, hear the door opening
He arose quickly and looked with
almost womanish vanity into the glass,
giving his long, wavy hair backward
toss, and then ran out.
"Ah, Miss Clifton. You are very
punctual Please walk this way. This
is my studio, where you are to spend
many tedious hours"
He held the door wide open, and
she entered.
She was tall, finely dressed girl,
without q tinge of color in her face,
save in the curved lips, and with rip
pies of black hair sweeping back in
graceful "bandeaux" from the queen
ly forehead But there was all the
artist desired-great, soulful eyes and
an exquisite regularity and perfection
Of features.
my friend and brother artist, Mr..
Dayton, Miss Clifton"
She turned and scrutinized him
with her clear eyes, and bowed queit-
ly.
"When am l to begin my work ?"
AT once, if you are ready" he
said, his Impotence showing itself
plainly in the feverish flush on his
cheek and the briliancy in his eyes.
She went forward with that same
quiet air, and sat back in the arm
chair which Mr.. Dayton arranged for
her, and patiently, without a sign of
WEAKNESS, submitted to the artists
arrangement of the graceful folds of
the curtain and the turning of her
splendid head to enable him to trace
its exquisite outline.
Once when he put his hand beneath
her chin there came a grieved express
sion about her mouth, and strange to
say, Joe Dayton, who had delicately
stepped into the deep recess of the
window, and yet, man fashion, was
watching her all the while, gave an
ottoman furious kick, and frowned
like brigand.
Then an idea struck him, and he
picked up one of Marks pencils from
the floor, and went on sketching for
an hour or more, until the lovely
model went out with regal sweep of
her plain black dress.
"Where on earth did you find her."
said Joe.
81 told-at Clifton's."
"And ! suppose you are in love
with her?"
MY dear boy, she has not dime
to bless herself, or why should she
come here? She is a sort of nursery
governess to her cousins, the young
Cliftons. I'm not a marrying man.
If | was, | should make advance to
some one like the fair Isabel, who has
dollars enough to hide any little i'm
projections Of features she may have"
Him! Isuppose you will be around
there tonight"
Without fail"
The home of the Cliftons was quite
up town, and was a wonder of ele-
gance and taste, for Mamma Clifton,
in spite of many rumors of limited
means, which might or might not be
true, managed to keep up an astonish-
ing display, and consequently there
was crowd Of pleasure seekers ever
ready TO respond to even the shadow
of an invitation. There were very
few present on this evening, but Isabel,
the oldest, and by enemies styled the
prop of the failing house, was in ex-
cellent humor, and came forward and
with good grace greeted the artist
friends without distinction, although
one numbered his wealth by thousands
and the other by pennies. Mamma
Clifton was radiant. There was a
big, bronzed-faced old fellow, with n
heavy tread and voice like small
who was towed along by this
good lady like a man-of-war or
wheezy putting tug-boat, and who
looked quiteas uncomfortable as his
conductress did happy.
"Mr. Dayton, my brother, Captain
Mr.. Hatfield, Captain Cliff
ton. These are our promising artist