Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-02-14
Gales and Sketehes.
FAIR FORTUNE HUNTER.
Continued from yesterday. }

AS ne lcdUtu OtcI tIc UfbCh vi uCi Cu0ii,
directing the erratic course of her brush.
voices twittered in the next room. of
which the door was slightly ajar.
Il beg you won't start so, MIR. Moore
w." said Mrs. Seymour irritably. you
nervous system! It's only my sister and
her friend, and they'll not disturb us.
never allow any one to interrupt my
painting lesson"
Kate Seymour was a stranger to Aubrey
Moore, but surely-surely he recognizes
the other voice.
1t was Ninta Brooke's silvery. bird-like
treble-the same he somehow connected
in his mind with all that was sweet and
tender and womanly.
I'm glad you've come, Ninta," said
Kate, lit was such stupid rainy day land
That's right; bring out your embroidery,
and now tell me all about the party. Was
ce cher Aubrey there ?'
"Of course he waS-and all devotion.
Oh. it was fun to see how jealous poor
Archie Vane was"
Eyes; but Ninta-between ourselves.
now don't you think you have treated
Archie rather shabbily?'
| NOuScuoc'-uC IL SCC ONCi IL. NO udil
ever yet died of broken heart. Archie
was very we'll as long as there was no.
BODY else. but Mr.. Moore is twice as rich,
and do relish the idea of diamonds and
my own carriage"
but they say Mr.. Moore is no longer
youngp"
WELL" said Ninta indifferently, she
is old. but then, you see, he'll leave me a
charming young widow all the sooner"
"Mr. Marbury!" calculated the indig-
nant Mrs. Seymour. II beg you will pick
up that color box-l am really surprised
to see that nothing is broken. l don't
see how you could have been so careless"
1T shall not occur again, madam"
said Aubrey, biting his lips, and bearing
Mrs. Seymour's reproaches with divine
attention. Was this the single hearted,
spirituelle young creature whom he had
almost-thank Providence. only almost
resolved to make his wife?
"WeH. my dear. and when shall be
able to congratulate you?" went on Kate
Seymour, demurely.
''Oh. very soon, | hope, if all
goes right. He certainly does
seem very much Infatuated. and with lit
tie skillful man9uvering he must come to
the proposing point within week at far
thest."
There's no fool like an old fool -
quoted Kate. mischlevously.
mo. indeed, that's very true" returned
Ninta, with the utmost gravity 81 wish,
Kate. YOU'D lend me skein of the blue floss,
| have only two shades, and want three :"
There, Mr.. Martin, cried the fine lady.
triumphantly stepping back pace or two
to geta full view of her picture. Il do
really think I've put in that bit Of shadow
very prettily."
Very" said Aubrey Moore, scarce
knowing what he was talking about.
Kate Kate - called out Mrs. Sey-
mour. Come here and look at my pict-
ure. I've improved it very much in this
lesson. If could only get the delicious
sad in the brigand's FACET
Aubrey Moore flushed and hesitated,
but he could not run away. neither could
he creep under the table. so he boldly stood
his ground leaning against the wall with
palette and mahl stick in hand, as Kate
Seymour and her friend Miss Brooke en-
tered in response to his pupils exultant
call.
Eyes, it's very pretty" said Kate, who
had not much taste for the fine arts. Don't
you think, Ninta-but, bless me, what's
the matter?'
She might well ask, for the fair face
toward which she turned her glance had
grown as pale as ashes
"Miss Brooke is naturally surprised at
the unexpected apparition of an old ac-
quaintance in the capacity of painting
teacher said Mr.. Moore, coming to
Ninta's aid with cool, courteous bow,
But as my friend Dorrilon was i'll aud
unable to fulfill his appointment, Mrs.
Seymour kindly allows me to take his
place this once, sooner than to lose her
lesson.n
Mrs. Seymour stared. Kate looked
puzzled. Ninta could have sunk into the
floor with embarrassment and mortifica-
ton. The door had stood aiar. Mr..
Moore must certainly have had the benefit
of every word of their conversation.
Had she stood SO near success in her
brilliant matrimonial plans, to be foiled at
last and by her cwn fault? She bit her
scarlet lips until the blood came!
Miss Brooke went on Aubrey, polite
ly. as he rectfied with his brush an error
in the foreshortening of the Dying Brig
and's" arm, Il believe l had made
an appointment to call on you this fore.
noon. Under the circumstances Che
looked ntently at her as he spoke these
words) ''you will scarcely blame me if
request to be excused from keeping it,
Mrs. Seymour, believe our lesson has
exceeded its usual length by some min.
utes."
Mrs. seymour glanced at the little clock
uncovered in malachite fern leaves. all
veined and powdered with gold. and muir.
INJURED an assent.
eff you will pay the dollar will con
vey it to my friend Dorrilon, who will,
trust, himself be able to give you the next
lesson on Wednesday. Thank you,
madam"
And Aubrey Moore, worth at the lowest
calculation, $4,000, as Miss Ninta Brooke
had often computed, pocketed the dollar
bill. and bowling respectful adieu to the
three ladies, left the luxurious mansion in
Gillihower square. He had given lesson
but he had also received one. and CRATE
full was he for the revelation that had
come just in time to prevent his becoming
the prey to a heartless fortune hunter.
In this case kind action had been its