Daily Yellowstone journal., 1888-09-23
MISS CLE0'S NEGATIVE.

dressed is sitting with her hack 10 her
sister, and all the face and half of her
head is hidden by the hood of n retouch-
ing frame. She is leaning eagerly for
ward. Her eyes are riveted on the neg
alive before her, and her deft, dainty
fingers are making swift, magic strokes
ON the work under her hand, ''In ten
minutes more," the sweet, musical voice
repeats, "and when I've done | shall
place before your astonished gaze some
thing too utterly lovely, my Lady Jane"
Then Janet Heath lifts her head YEARLY
from the cushions of her invalid couch,
and signs impatiently. Cleo's quick ear
catches that sigh instantly.
'Are you in pain, JameS''
"No; not particularly. Only think, l
dare not read aloud to you any more. /
begin TO think that comical genius, Sir
Boyle Roche, was eXcef dinghy correct
when he said that the greatest Of all
calamities was generally followed by n
much greater 1t seems so actually.
Oh. dear, deaR Why DOESN'T some good
fortune befall us now, | wonderl Why
don't some of our rich relatives hunt us
up and insist on making us a present Of
a few hundredsl They could easily
afford to do it; and only think what a
godsend it would be TO us!'
''Well, for your sake, jamie, l sin
cerely wish they would. Then you could
have that operation performed on your
eyes at once, and | should be able TO get
you all the nice, nourishing food that the
doctor recommended, and that fine wine
that he said you ought To-. Now, see
this and she handed Miss Janet the
negative.
.'Yes," Miss Janet says, after regard
ing the negative critically, 'you GER
tainly have done splendid work upon it,
and it is really an exceedingly nice face;
but | have seen you retouching many
and many a M that was far hand
somer."
swell, I will admit all that, the girl
answers, receiving the negative back and
gazing down at the face. ''Still, this
one has interested me greatly ever since
i began working upon it. But, good
gracious, this won't dol Only look at all
the time I've been wasting! | must
scramble into my things, and take this
work to the gallery at once, " she breaks
forth suddenly.
Then she flies TO the closet, takes out n
very odd, quaint poke bonnet, ties it on.
and, catching up the package Of well
done work, hurries TO the door.
swell, jamie, here ] am at last!' Cleo
exclaimed an hour later, flashing into
the cool, dark room In a GREATNESS sort
of way, with her cheeks much deeper in
color than when she left, and a pair of
wild, oddly excited eyes. Then, putting
away her 'things," she sits down in a
very stiff backed chair, and fans her hot
cheeks f~uriously.
We'll, jamie, do you know the mos:
romantic incident has occurred this after
noonl Really, | do actually begin TO
think there must have been some one
around practicing black art, whatever
that may be. There, now, don't COM
mcnce 10 lose your patience. and I'll be-
gin and tell you the whole odd occur
renee right from the start. | went to
the gallery first, of coarse, and gave in
my work and got my money, all Of it
three big. round dollars. il YOU please.
Then ! went to the market 10 get some
thing nice for you. From there | went
over to Mr.. Norton's drug store, and |
told him | wanted a flask Of his very best
wine, and | wanted it Just as cheap as he
could Jet me have it, and do you know
now don't say a word. ] know you are
fixing 10 scold me for my shameful ex-
travugance, but you needn't, for haven't
got any" she explains with n mysteri-
Gus little smile. ''Let me see; where
was II Oh. yes; and do you know, that
dear, kind man gave me a splendid flask,
with his compliments 10 the invalid, and
he hoped it would do her a world Of
good Yes; I know by that look that
you are going to ask me where il is, and
IL you'll just give me time, Ill make a
full confession, Don't run away with
the idea that ] drank ii, though. because
i didn't. AS soon as I'd thanked him /
rushed out. and 10 and behold you, il had
clouded up awfully, and was beginning
10 rain right smart, ' as the c%ountryman
said. When / saw that, ] really didn't
KNOW Whit W uO. vi touiots lNolDuu Y
have an umbrella. That wouldn't be my
luck, you know, ] had 80 many little
packages that ! couldn't hold up my
clothes. and was in a dreadful dilemma.
finally decided, though, that the best
thing would be 10 make a scamper
for home as fast rs my feet would carry
me. So I took a fresh grip on all my
bundles, and was just striding along
with my most Elizabethan like strides,
when that most exasperating shoe OF
mine came untied-of / would
have on those thin, low things. That
was In the plot, you zee. / was going
wildly along, breaking my heart, think
ing how muddy my skirts and the tas-
GELS were getting-you know these are
my grand state occasion shoes," she re-
MARKS, looking despairingly ct them
sswhen somebody came dashing fran
iically along, with an umbrella FAR over
his head, and knocked slap up against
me, and down went that precious flask
and was shiyered into sixteen million
paecesI'' she cries, Jumping up and
striking q tragic attitude.
"wby, what was the matter with the
mani Where were his eyesl' Janet
ssEs, Grossly, Gittipg up very straight.