Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1886-04-22

The letter dropped from N7ice't's hand.
seemed quite impossible Tor him to draT'
a straight line.
His trees seemed to be ell topping
over, his bridges were bowed, and he
had no moro perspective in his land
scapes than born Japanese.
T." I'm afraid you will never be a Eaph-
ael or Titan, Mr.. Halleck, =" Mlicent
said one afternoon as she sat looking
over some Of his recent distortions.
Milicent nuttcred the leaves OF the
sketch book, and glanced ruefully at it's
contents. AS sho lid so q piece of
paper fell out on the grass.
Mr.. Hallcck reached out his hand for
1t; but Milicent had picked it up and was
looking at it in astonishment.
1t contained an exquisite little sketch
of herself.
Did you do it?" she asked.
me see it,"
"No, you can't have it! It doesn't be-
long to you, l am sure. You never
could have done it. 1t is perfect in its
way; but 1t is entirely too Hattering.
Who painted it, Mr. Halleck?"
Il did," he said. "undcr an inspira-
ton. You know such things happen
occasionally. Give it to mo, Mill
cent; l want both the sketch and
the original"
" You can't have It," sho said saucily,
but looking away to hide what shone in
her eyes.
must" he saia IN a low tone. II
cannot i've without you. Darling"
But Jules voice was heard calling:
Miss Milicent, Miss Milicent! Here
mother said you were to read this"
He came up with letter In his hand.
Grasping the situation he left as soon
as he had executed his commission.
Mr. Halleck was naturally provoked at
the interruption to his wooing. He
looked away with q vexei expression
while Milicent glanced over the letter
Mrs. Pointdexter had sent her.
1t was signed, Your son, Anthem"
and began:
my DEAR MOTHER, am delighted
to learn that you have met Hallec!s.
He Is one of the best fellows know, and
Is considered by the Boston Society of
Artists one Of the rising stars of this
country" and so on.
The letter dropped from Milicent's
hand.
You-you deceived us" she cried
III d CHohiilS voice. lou allowed me
toto attempt to teach you. Oh, what
a fool I've made of myselfw
She burst into tears Of vexation, and
covered her face with her hands.
Don't be angry, darling" he whis-
pered, gathering her in his arms. Il did
not mean"
% Let me go!" she cried passionately !;
l cannot endure the sight of you"
His face paled for an instant, and he
would have released her, but he changed
his mind, and drawing her closely to him,
he said gravely:
II love you, Milicent. Tell me that YOU
are not angry with me. l cannot bear
your displcasure.'
For few moments aillcent struggled
fcebly in his arms. but his eloquence
luieted her at last.
d" Forgive me, darling" he begged.
What silly thing you must think
me" she sobbed.
- think you're an angel! And as for
talent, dearest, you have quite as much
as have. 1t only needs cultivation"
TO think you were making all those
absurdly crooked trees or purpose. It's
too Ridiculous
He laughed. -
:" But you haven't told me-" he said.
"Will you marry me, Milicent?"
In the Boston papers the following
winter there appeared the following:
I" Mr.. Neil Halleck, artist, was married
to Miss Milicent Lehgh, of Pittsburg.
The young couple will start on Saturday
for Italy, where they will study art to-
gcther."