The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1891-10-28

she returned the significant pressure OF MS
hand. and when their eyes met each was IN
possession of the others secret Still, they
parted unbetrothed.
Next came a letter from America 1t IN
formed her that her father was seriously
ILL., and wanted her to return at an early
day. She took the remaining figures 70 the
old dealer.
"These are the last" she said.
"Ahv' exclaimed be with sbrug OF his
shoulders.
81 am going back to America"
Il am SORRY" he rejoined: ~ gu VIII
bring me nothing more to sell
'fWho purchased the others r she asked,
her Italian as fluent as her English, and al
most as correct
"a gentleman" replied the dealer
"DO YOU mean to say that one gentleman
bought them alp" she inquired.
Yes. They were scarcely in the window
q day"
DO you know his name?" she asked.
with repressed eagernesS.
Lady. | do not. That is, | cannot call
il. He was tall and handsome, and carried
himself So"
The old leader made comical failure of
his attempt to stand erect ami assume
military air
"Was his name Dubrasset2" Miss Bur
gOynp asked, with twi;chlng lips.
Yes. said the dealer explOSiVely
An angry, disappointed sparkle came into
her eyes as she turned TO leave the shop.
Once on the sidewalk. she sighed, and I'M
consciously lifted her hand to her heart.
HE was my only patron" she muttered.
He deceived me. | feel 30 Inundated that
| almost hate him."
She gave up her rooms in the cottage, and
prepared to return home. She kissed Maria,
and sud-
you have been very kind to me. leave
you that painting - the Flemish market
D. fc lat Fnr
DuhraSset. viii you hand 1t to him, should
he call?'
Yes" mournfully replied Maria. be-
cause sorry her ledger VAS going away.
Three months later Mr.. Dubrasset
knocked at tie door Maria answered the
summons. He greeted her with a smile,
and made a feint to step into the hall.
miss Burgoyne is not here" she said.
'Ah!' he ;u!ated.
''She is gone"
"To America" he quickly asked.
"To America" replied Maria.
A look # iudeciSi0n rested upon his face
for mement
did she leave her address," he asked
''She did not, replied the girl; then. no.
ticing his Disappointment she added: But
she lett a letter for you"
An expression of delight came into his
handsome brown eyes.
"Wait," Maria said.
She ran in and reappeared with the letter.
He opened it with eager haste, only to read:
I have discovered that | have been yonr
pensOner. You deceived me and | despise
you"
Maria saw his face flush and his hand
close tightly on the letter.
1T isn't good news, Mr.. Dubrasset," she
said.
NO, itisn't," he replied, and he walked
gloomly away.
Miss Burgoyns was staying for a few
days in London with friend previous u
her departure for America.
"Oh!' she gladly exclaimed, with a bound
to the center-table, an h0nr after her ar
rival, My reliable 'ContrabandP Where
did YOU get il, Mr.. Lawrence"
Your ConUauandH" repeated her friend.
CAN | to understand that it IS you work ?"
Yes. Where did you get it?''
From Florence"
"Oh, ! know. But howe"
Mr.. Lawrence deOated a moment.
''Ihe only distinct recollection | have"
he slowly said, "is that paid 800 tlorins for
it. A Mr.. DubTaSset sent one OF the clay
models to a member OF the club to which l
belong. II was so unique that the figures
became in great demand. Can it be possible
that you fashioned them? | congratulate
you on your genius"
Il have biuudered, she said, partly aloud,
with keen pang Of regret. IL have
wronged Mr. DubrasSet," she mentally
addet with a sigh.
Two years later they met at Bar Harbor.
Miss Burgoyne went directly to him, her
face suffused with bushes, her hand futter-
tering into his.
ION, Mr.. Dubrassetl' she cried, II wish
to explain"
His dark brown eyes rested upon her
flushed, pquant face without sparkle of
resentment i'll them.
He VIII be as generous as ne is hand
some" she thought
. You refer to that letter." he said.
Eyes" she nervously replied 81 wounded
you sorely, am afraid. 1t waS-was-yery
unkind IN me-but, you see l didu't know"
The silken laShes were dipping into the
burning cheeks, her tone was regretiul, her
attitude beseechful.
In few hurried words ste told him how
she had misconstrued his kindness
Il don't blame YOU" he gently said you
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