The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1896-04-09

by balancing herself on one foot and land
ing on the other close 90 his chair, with
ono hand held out in "a saucy little move.
mont of appeal.
A dark flush mounted into Blnckwood's
face. His hand made mechanical jour
ney 20 his pocket.
"only littlo--.a very little" she de.
manded
Blackwoods search brought to light one
silver piece Of 10 sous and half dozen
coppers His sunkon eyes blazed at the
girl, who was about TO possess herself Of
them.
"That is all have" no said harshly.
Anisctte besitated, signing deeply, but
her eyes were riveted upon the silver piece.
"Lend thom to mo, :" she said. "I will
bring thom back to you tomorrow, or, bet.
ter still, this evening at T."
With sudden, swift sweep her little
hand graspcd the coin, and then Anisette,
laughing like n child, threw him a kiss
and fed.
.Blackwood hurled the door TO with his
foot He glanced around the room like
an animal, breathing heavily. His lips
moved into suppressed execrations against
her, against art against the whole 40.
cursed city.
Anisette ran out Of the dark impasso in
to the Boulevard st. Michel. The streets
were crowded. ribbons of colored paper
fluttered from the windows and had caught
In the branches Of the bare trees. A
Pierrot with an artists beard caught her
and rained n shower Of confetti over her
head and shoulders. She snatched the bag
from his hand and pelted him in return,
using her elbows to wedge her way through
tho crowd.
She invested her III gotten wealth reok-
lessly In supply Of colored bags of con-
fetti which she now proceeded TO sell at
exorbitant prices with q rattling accom-
paniment of sharp josts and questionable
compliments A slim harlequin In black
and yellow satin slipped his arm about her
waist, and they danced together down the
street. The harlequin aided her sales, ex-
acting even more extravagant profits. He
became an adept in smashing bags Of con.
fetti in the faces Of too af1ectionate pur.
chasers, adding q last touch Of contempt
by tipping up Anisette's little face and
kissing her himself.
Harlequin was merry soul, and the
droll bag with the spangles began to weigh
with the coppors dropped into 1t. Anisette
invested in new supplies, drifting with the
motley crowd over the bridge of St.
Michel, fighting her way to the great
boulevards, where her little soul famed
with Joy, where she and harlequin forgot
to make money and simply gave them.
selves to the exuberance of the moment.
What q gay, brilliant, fine thing it was to
be alive.
Anisette knew no exhaustion, but as the
lights sprang into tho night she suddenly
paused in her rapacious and inexhaustiblC
energy.
"V'la," she whispered to harlequin, 81
have enough. l go. Amuse thyself, Co
rinne. Thou art'-
She slipped her arm about the neck Of
her friend and raised her face gratefully.
"For whom is it, all thisP' said harle
quin, rattling the spangled bag.
Anisette laughed and shrugged hcl
shoulders. "For poor devil Of an artist
who owes me for ten poses. He paints mt
as an angel. / am as much alive to hin
as the Holy Mother to priest
"And / will be as much alive as the
Holy Mother If am not back in time tC
make my good man his bowl Of soup. Til
tomorrow, AnisetteP
"Tiu tomorrow, Corinnel"
Anisetto slipped away into side street
She showered confetti as she ran. ThC
blood was flying through her veins ant
singing in her dizzy little head. The ali
struck her hot cheeks gratefully, and shc
found her breath as she darted in and ou
and around corners, through the circuitoui
route she had chosen.
"What would he sayY" she thought, tina
strange, grave man, who starved and fcl
4 hoo
and the next in hell who gnawed his mus
tache and bit his lips and shook like
drunkard over his work, but who painted
! painted, painted. He would be a grea
man, without n doubt, or perhaps, re
flected Anisette sagely, he would die SOM
day with pistol hole in his head, like tina
other poor George she had known with tn
droll American name At least for ono
this door George would have dinner-a
| much as she could carry.
The sky was studded with stars-twin
king with enjoyment, thought Anisetto-
the air tinglcd with frostv radiance; tn
moon had risen behind the bare light tree
of the Luxembourg gardens.
| AS the clock struck the half hour afte
Anisette turned into the house wher
| Blackwood had his studio on the top floor
The concierge bad joined the jewellers, ant
the small flicker of gas which usually EN-
phasized the darkness was not yet lit
Anisette felt her way carefully. She Eat
her arms full There was window Ol
one landing, and her shadow, laden witt
bundles, threw "A long grotcsque blacknes
on the opposite wall. She swallowed
little burst of laughter
Before Blackwoods door she paused t
get her breath 1t was intensely still
Her hands were full, so she knocked gen
tly with her heel. There was no answer
and Anisette, trembling with impatience
deposited her bundles upon the floor, ant
putting her cheek against the door calle
his nGmo in u voice that gradually sank {
whisper. An orange rolled out from
bag and dropped with soft, melanchol
distinctness from stair to stair. One Il
the beautiful orangesl Her heart begal
sound from within. She turned the handl
softly, and it yielded to her touch.
The light streamed from the great un
shaded window, and Anisette saw in on
terrible, illuminated vision the ragged lin
of knife cut quivering down the beauti
full painted angel and stretched at the foo
of his easel black figure-the face like
white blot in the darkness, the head fallel
back, with hole in it, like that othe
poor George with the dron American
name.-Jsne Hyde in San Francisco Argo
naut.
| Discouraging a Boy.
A boy or years old stood at the cor
ner of Brush and Elizabeth gtreets tht