Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1895-05-18
MY new MODEL.
BY ANNIE MARY BELL.

Inc mouse WneTe THIS letter was re-
ceived and read was near Hyde Park,
and the lady to whom it was addressed
was attired in a loose morning-gown,
with a coquettish lace cap on her CLOS
sy black hair. She was Hilarie-Mrs.
Trevalyne-and her husband, Godfrey
T~revalyne, sat facing her on the other
side OF a daintily-spread breakfast
table.
well, Hilarie," said he. noting the
little pucker between his wife's straight
brows, what is Olive doing with her.
self"
I'm sure | don't know" was the an
swer, given with a vexed sigh. "She
has got some sailor for a model, and is
allowing him TO take the place Of a
friend, with some idea that he is a
prince in disguise. l hope she won't
fall In love with him-he is very hand
some, according to her description"
Where did he come fromr" asked
Mr.. Trevalyne.
"Italeigh's yacht, Of all places in the
world. Very pleasant it would be IL
Raleigh were to meet her and find her
intimate with n of his crew."
"Whatp Is Hayes down there? /
thought he was at the antipodes. What
Is he doingY'
."Olive doesn't say anything about
him-evidently she hasn't seen him
aud she can tell me only about her
model. / knew that painting would
get her into trouble some day"
Don't fret" said Mr.. Trevalyne
soothingly. II think her head is too
full of art just now TO be troubled with
any other matter. When her picture is
done, We shall hear no more of the
model"
Il shall write and give her a warn
ing" his wife rejoined. Aunt Prissy
Is of no use at all to look after her."
If you take my advice, Hiiarie, you
will not mention the mans name. To
take notice would be only giving undue
Importance to the matter. C~ongratu-
late her on finding a model to her lik-
ing; but don't say ANYTHING about him
III the way of "A warning"
Acting on this advice, when Hilarie
answered her friends lengthy commu-
nicatlon, Mr.. Ray was dismissed in q
very few words.
@Dear Hilarie,-YOu may perhaps
think that am dead and buried, con-
sidering the time it is since | wrote to
you last. Stillworth has not however
yet killed me. Aunt Prissy and / are
both i'll robust health. and enjoying
ourselves each in our own way. Auntie
has discovered that eve in this little
fishing hamlet there are plenty of ba-
bles, going through their usual course
OF ailments. III respect OF whom her
advice and help are both appreciated.
just at present nearly all her time is
taken up by an interesting family Of
seven children whose mother has met,
with an accident which prevents her
from attending 10 her numerous off
spring. Auntie is acting as Overseer to-
them all, and. as they are a most I'M,
ruly lot, she finds her hands full.
"Signor Tosti kept his word, and
came down here TO see how we weres
getting on. Ii was very amusing tibet
day he came, for, III his usual style, he
wrote only TO say he was coming, but
OF the hour or day even he gave no
hint. | was busy painting; my model
whom | had drilled into moderately
good behavior, was sitting in front Of
me; auntie was knitting a pair Of socks
for one of her interesting family, and
We were all as quiet AS rice. when
suddenly the door flew open. and the
SignOr burst in very much like a gust
OF wind. First he rushed at me andt
violently shook my paint-brush, which,
without thinking, ! held out to him;
next he looked at my picture, and de-
clared the perspective vas all wrong;
then he rushed at auntie, and got en-.
tangled in her knitting-yarn. BY thes
time he was unwound his excitement
had slightly subsidized, and so he
noticed Mr.. Ray, who vas standing
Ell said the Signor sharply.
s\Nhat ara Won lninO haraS'
"'Only waiting to be recognized. +
once mad the pleasure of your acquainti
ance.'
"'Pishl' rejoined the irritable Signor.
What are you doing in this part of the
world?'
"'Hard at work doing nothing! Be
iieve me, my character is as good now
as II ever was; you need not scruple to
shake hands with me-
"'Bless you. I'll shake hands!'-doing
so at once with hearty goodwill. But
l mean TO get it out of you'll
Get what out of mef' asked Mr..
Ray, with some alarm. Not my arm,
I aAo 'SSd' sir. Dut vo0r business down
here;' and the Signor, who for some
reason seemed very suspicious, nodded
once or twice in q very wise manner;
then, turning his back on his friend, he
spoke to me.
well, child, how are you getting
on? Independent as ever?'
"'Quite So l answered laconically.
Don't you wish it were just the re-
verse. that you might have the pleas
ure OF saying. Il told you sop
~.umphl How long are you going to
Until | tire of it. Isn't it a beauti-
ful placeY n. -.
q CIR! OF your age should bury herself
alive down here. What do you say,
Miss Milburne?'
~'Oh, l think Olive is very content,
and that is everything
swell, well, it will give her plenty
Of time for her painting and By
the-way, l thought you never met Mr..
Ra-- Goodness, Ray, what are you
thinking about?'-for Nj. Ray had
stumbled in a most clumsy manner
against the Signor. .Eh-what?'-as
my model, having begged his pardon,
said something to him in "a low voice.
Why nOt?'-sharply. Again Mr.. Ray
spoke, and the frown cleared off the
Signor's face, and he laughed quietly
to himself. so you have only Just
known MI. Ray-have you? And you
are putting him on that horrid daub.'
~'Very true l answered serenely,
being quite used to the Signor's slight
ing style of criticism.
And pray what is that he is lug
ging ove the rocks in such a desperate
mannerY Is it IA bolsterY'-peeping
through his glasses at my work.
"'Oh, dear, no! Your glasses want
cleaning. That's a girl; or rather it
will be when it is finished
"'And who is her m0delY'
81 vas thinking Of aunt Prissy,' /
replied quietly.
s'Bahl AS if he would look so des-
perate ver any aunt Prissy! No dis
respect to you, madam! You had bet
ter paint yourself. You would look
desperate enough then-eh, Mr.. RayY'
land the Signor gave a horrid little
chuckle. Well, / pity the person, even
were he my worst enemy, who buys
this picture! never knew before that
Mr.. Ray was bowlegged; and the rock
" like nothing so much as y piece OF
Christmas pudding
knowing the Signor of old, l was
not dismayed by his criticism, but only
too pleased that he did not say that my
picture was particularly 'fine,' that it's
idea was vast, and that he discarded
q few superlatives which he employs
when disguised.
by the next day l had progressed
so far with my Young Fisher-Lad'
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