Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-02-12

les, she quietly SAID. ALLOW me TO
show you something better"
She stepped into an adjoining room and
returned with some other figures, classical
and NEUROLOGICAL. The look of admiration
with which he regarded them made her
heart beat faster.
1.-The Reliable Contraband," he said,
reading the inscription at the base of
one of the figures. This is especially
original
ut is distinctly American" responded
Miss Burgoyne "He frequently came
into the Union camps with reliable infor-
nation"
"Oh, see,'' laughed Mr.. Dubrasset.
"And there were good many of him, eh ?
Modelling In clay is Jour forte. " ay not
stick to it?''
''It is too-too trifing," she replied.
81 beg your pardon for differing" he
said. He paused aecond and then re-
sumed: Miss Burgoyne, it has occurred
TO me-that is | suspect, or rather"
Please don't stammer," she inter
jected, with little laugh.
eff you are in Strengthened circum-
stances, . he began, with heightened color,
| ''why-'
"Mr Dubrasset!" she interrupted,
warningly, Indignantly.
| But he kept On.
You might realize handsomely from
time to time by disposing Of these fig
ures. They ought to aver age you 300
| forms apiece
"Oh, no, Miss Burgoyne said lncredu-
: lousy.
There is an old vendor of such articles
in the city, DIR. Dubrasset replied. eff
you will allow me I'll have him place some
of them in his window"
You have my permission, she slowly
reJOined, her eyes bent on the floor, the
color coming and going in her face, be
watching her with intensified interest.
Three of the clay models were placed On
sale, and brought the sum Mr.. Ddbrasset
had named.
"Why, it is wonderful" she exclaimed,
as she brought her hands together with
girlish impulsiVenesS. "I'll soon be able
to open bank account
She laughed softly, ana Mr.. DuOrasset
thought that she had never looked so
lovely.
Modelling is your endowment" he
said
A month later he told her he was going
away, to remain for year, perhaps.
She babe him farewell, not etfusively,
ht she returned the significant pressure
of his hand, and when their eyes met
each was in possession Of tie others
secret. Still, they parted unbetrothel.
Next came a letter from America. 1t
informed her that her father was Seri0uly
i'll, and wanted her to return at an early
day She took the remaining figures to
the old dealer.
THESE are the last, " she said
A 4 L.
shoulders
~ am going back to America "
u am sorry" he 'rejoined. You will
! bring me nothing m ore to sell.
'Who purchased the others?" she asked,
her Italian as fluent as her English, and
almost as correct.
"a gentleman replied the dealer.
! DO you mean to say that one gentleman
| bought them all? ?" she inq Tired.
! Yes. They were scarcely in the wiudow
day
Id you know his name?" she asked
with suppressed eagern IS.
Lady, do not That is, | cannot recall
it. He was tall and handsome, with brown
| eyes aud brown mustache, and carried
himself So.
| The old dealer made a comical failure OF
his attempt to stand erect and to assume a
military air.
Was his name Dubrasset?" Miss Bur
| gOyne asked, with twitching lips.
| Yes" said the dealer, explosively.
An angry, disappointed sparkle came
into her eyes as he turned to leave the
shop Once on the sidewalk, she sighed,
and unconsciousIy lifted her hand to her
heart.
He was my only patron" she mutter-
cd. He deceived me. | feel so humil-
lated that | almost hate him. "
Sac gave up hel rooms aC The cottage.
and prepared to return home She kissed
Maria, and said:
You have been very kind to me. |
leave you that painting-the Flemish
market scene. By the by, here is a letter
for Mr.. Dubrasset. Will you hand iC to
him, should he call p
Yes" mournfully replied Maria,
because sorry her lodger Was going
away.
Three months later Mr.. Dubrasset
knocked at the door. NJ lria answered
the summons He greeted her with d
smile and made feint to step into the
! hall
Miss Burgoyne is not here" she
said.
| An! he CIRCULATED.
She is gone
ITO American" he quickly asked.
| "To America replied Maria.
! A look Of indecision rested upon his
face for moment.
Did she leave her address," he
asked.
She did not, replied the girl; then,
noticing his disappointment, she added
! But she left letter for you
! An expression of delight came into his
| handsome bro En eyes.
WAIT, Maria said.
She ran in and reappeared with the
letter. He opened it with eager haste only
| to read:
Il have discovered that have been your
pensioner. You have deceived me and
| despise you
! Maria saw his face fIsh and his hand
close tightly on the letter.
1T isn't good news. Mr.. DIdrasset?'
| she said.
No, it isn't, he replied as he walked
gloomily away.
| Miss Burgoyue was staying few days
in London with friend previous to her
departure for America.
OH" she gladly exclaimed with a
| bound a the center table an hour after
her arrival. My Reliable Contaband
Where did yon get Il Mr.. Lawrence?"
Your Contrabandr' repeated her
! friend. Am to understand that this
Is your work I?