Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-07-15
GREAT SUCCESS.

There could be no doubt that Miss
Kittie Butler COT the principal music
halls, herself her own parallel, Agents
Wawkin and Wynne, York road") was
clever and diverting young person.
AS she sat in her rooms in Doughty
street, Bloomsbury economically
lodged was Kitty, for she saved money!,
slipping her morning cup Of chocolate,
she seemed shade less lively than
usual. Under her curly fringe of
brown hair there was temporary but
sufficiently distinct furrow Of thought
1t looked very much out of place,
this temporary furrow of thought; for
its present patroness had much to in
duce her to assume an aspect of iOv.
In months time she would shout
her "owan Song" at the music halls
A quiet wedding. and then as Mrs.
Herbert Easplt0n she would embark
on a life of dignity and peace.
Herbert Easelton was = very decent
sort of a fellow as fellows go. Ger
tainly he painted vague, misty land
scapes, for which nobody craved in the
least; but, as compensation, he HIM
self thought good deal of them.
For the twentieth time kitte Bull
Ter, leaning back in the chair with her
forehead still wrinkled, kicked her
loose slipper in the air, and for the
eighteenth time on her silken-stock-
inged toe caught it. \ double knock
at the street door made her Jump up.
She called over the stairs:
as that a telegram for me, Mrs.
Munro?"
"No, miss; it's only an ADVERTISE
ment from the diapers"
Kittie muttered something harsh
about the draper and his ways, and
then ran into her bedroom. In u few
moments she reappeared, dressed to
90 out.
The disturbing fact that Herbert had
not as usual called, and that no eX-
| planatory telegram had arrived, did
not permit her to forget that she had
! to rehearse a new song. She kissed
the portrait OF her sweetheart and
went down stairs.
as there"
NO. miss, not yet" sang out the
landlady.
AS soon as she reached the hall Kit
tie hurried to the office. There, also,
was no telegram. With just suspi-
cion of a tear in her eye, she went to
rehearSe u new and merry song.
She sang it three times, danced three
times, the band showing at each turn
obvious and palpable signs of improve
! ment; and then she tried through her
| funny limitations Of cafc-chantant
| girl. and made the band laugh like
| anything.
Are YOU sure there isn't one there?"
said kittic. trying to crane her neck
round the half-oprn door; 'have You
looked among the .. ?"
"Wite bit, miss. wife bit. Don't
be in Jury. Wot's thio?"
A small telegraph boy was sumter
ING through :hc corridor.
Name Of Builcr?"
nifty ciu1ched at the telegram impa-
| tieutly and tore it open.
| Can not see you to-day. Have excellent
| news. Will try to write tomorrow.
Kitty gave little sob crushed the
little tlmsy pink sheet into her muff
! and stood for moment undecided.
| Then she took from her purse q dozen
| pieces of silver and looked at them.
They were nearly all heads, and she
went out and hailed hanson. Bur
| lington studio, Langham place"
My dear Kittie, said the cookbook
ing young fellow Chair brushed over
| his forehead shade too much, and a
trace of weakness about the chin) who
opened the door, "why, | wired you
| and-and-"
Il know, dear Bert, but I couldn't
| understand"
Then Miss Kittie Butler did very
| silly thing. She fell into Herbert
| Easelton's arms and tainted.
When she recovered she was in the
| large, worn arm chair near the we'll
| Uttered table, and Herbert was stand
| ing near.
"How absurd of you, Kittie," he
! said, testify, and little awkwardly.
! at always gives chap a hump to see
a girl fainting about, don't you know.
Such capital news, too, I've got. Per-
haps I'd better not tell you if you feel
at all Of color"
Tell me-" said Kittie.
"You'd never guess. / reckon I've
| just about hit the bull's-eye this time.
| It's in all the art columns. Look
here" Herbert took up an evening
paper of the previous days date and
| read:
| 1t is sometimes complained that our
young artists are not sufficiently en-
couraged by those to whom the world
has given gold. There are, it seems,
I exceptions. A young artist whose
merits have not hitherto found appre-
citation Ca disciple of Corot) has, through
| the firm of Tablou & Co., of Old Bond
street, just sold two pictures for f1,-
| 500. The titles of the works are "a
Cloudy Evening" and "Mist in Hyde
Park" The artists name is Herbert
Easelton.
"There!" said Herbert, with kind
of nervous joy-"what do you think OF
that, my little twenty-pounds-a-weeker
-eh?"
Herbert went TO a cabinet, brought
the liquor stand and poured out some
brandy. Added to it from syphon.
success to Mr.. Herbert Easelton,"
he cried.
Success to Mrs. Herbert Easelton,"
cried Kittie.
Herbert stopped. There was silence,
broken at last by nervous little laugh
from Kittie.
"Kittie, I think I ought ought to
be quite frank with you. | hope you
1 hope YOU won't mind what I'm 90
ing 20 say. lou see, wnen we ar
| ranged to get married 1 had never
thought of such a solid success as this.
They were saying last night at the
Hogarth that there was really no rea-
son why shouldn't get ON splendidly
If / took sufficient pains.