The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-10-24

u;lpplO0SS, IOT IL Is uOC 10 Do IOuOO on
this planet in quantities to speak about. y
This sort Of advice was gall and worm
wood to the honest, innocent young
woman, but she knew we'll enough that
her companion spoke from her bitter ex-
perience, and nauseous as the dose was
she took it, dried her eyes and went
to dress for a walk.
They had been at the Palace hotel in
San Francisco for a week, and the paint
er had sought in vain to meet his ideal.
The amusement boards were placard-
ed with bills for her concert engage
1nent, every performance Of which he
had attended. He had cultivated tho
acquaintance Of the theatre manager,
and throu,A him secured an introduce
ton to Herr Rudolph Opper, whom he
had wined and dined at the hotel. lie
had smoked, walked and driven with
him, and as a last resort to win his con-
fidence begged the impresario to sit for
portrait.
"Now, would like very much to have
you and Mrs. Henshall meet my little
star, but have nothing to say about it.
It rests entirely with her, and she has
positively refused to make any acquaint-
ances. These professional women, you
know, have to be humored, but Miss
Neville, lam convinced, has reason for
wishing to avoid people, and as she is
not well, I feel compelled to respect her
wishes
Henshall was pretending to portray
the musician one morning when this
conversation took place, and at this re-
buff his brows knitted, his heart sank
and his brush fell from his hand.
well, of course, Herr Opper. don't
wish to seem impairment, but I met
Miss Neville several times in New York"
"You did," interjected the musician.
THAT is, saw her-heard her play,
and I have seen her every night during
this engagement. Ny reason for asking
to be presented is that wish to make a
picture Of her for the next Academy.
She is the most beautiful creature l
have ever seen or dreamed of, and if I
could only paint her I believe the pict-
ure would make me famous"
The model. who was playfully dove
failing his fingers, offering no answer
further than a mild Endorsement of the
compliment to the girls beauty, it sud-
denly occurred to Henry that it might
be policy to get the assistance of Lena,
and excusing himself he went to call
her.
While he was away Opper got up to
stretch his legs, and in the circuit of the
:lnprovised studio came upon q small
folio, which carelessly opened revealed
sketch done on business card that fair
ly took his breath away.
:'Miss Neville!' he muttered to him
self. Then this is the william she has
been trying to avoid ever since we left
New York! My God! and I have been
telling him about her. Another! Three!
Two more! AS live, there is nothing
else. And was seriously thinking to
have this man paint her from life. Well,
well, well! this is great luck. must GO;
this is something remarkable!'
A few moments later, when Henshall
returned with his wife to propose an ir.-
vitation for supper party, he was sur
pr1sed to find the room vacant.
There was no sign of Herr Upper in the
hall, and as the elevator was at the bot
tom of tho shaft he wisely concluded
that his visitor had gone. The next
thing was to send a playfully petulaut
note after him by messenger, and urge
the Importance Of an early sitting for the
next morning. The reply dumfounded
him.
Herr Opper would not be able to keep
the appointment nor make another until |
his return to New York.
At the concert that night the manager
could not DO seen, and when he had been
repulsed third time Henry fell to
thinking with such fierce energy that he
I'D not notice the burly detective in
dress who followed him into the
aall and occupied the seat adjoining his.
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When DR.. Watson reached CHICAGO
md came face to face with his wife and
lis antagonist he was momentarily
stunned.
Curse the luck!' he thought to him.
elf. There are four sleepers in the train,
'ut only one dining Car, and no matter
low calculated it would be awkward.
There's no use figuring. Ican't do it,"
And he instantly became solicitous for
lis patient.
my dear sir, what is it? Speak" nut
ing one hand on the old mans shoulder
md taking his pulse with the other.
You are pale, your eyes are CLASSY and
'oure chilled. Forgive me, dear Nj.
crawford, the run from New York has
'een too much for you. We should have
aid of at Detroit. But we'll make
mends here"
And before the astOnished old gentle.