The broad ax. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1895-19??, 1896-09-19
AN ARTISTS HEROINE


Up In q cherry tire, cherries ripe and
red hanging all about me. Seating my
self on a limb, l prepared to eat, and
did eat.
ate until the laclng Of my No. IS cor
set gave way and then sighed that there
was not room for more. Out on one OF
the longest limbs there was a little nook
formed and shaded by smaller limbs,
which looked like a secure resting place
II was a long distance and necessitated
careful climbing but / felt equal to the
task, and as 1 drew myself cautiously ovef
the rough bark laughed gloefully TO myself
and wondered what my city lovers would
say to my new accomplishments IL they
should see me There was Mark EllistOn,
an exquisite OF the most eXcruciatinR kind
I could imagine him holding up his hands.
enchanting ia his silky. eiIcminate voice:
why, declared OF. Nil, Kate, you as
tonish meah." was always astonishing
him, for that matter. He had been
making love TO mo for months, and il
needed but The m0uOSyllahle Yes from
nv lips To make D." mi>rrcS Of his hand
some establishment. And although the
girls all enyieI me and my mother said !
was fool il was Giuly impressed upon
nv mind that when married wished 10
marry n man, not n puuGle, although said
poodle might have more money than he
knew what 10 do with, and SO, although
said mo TO his chi reatics, | said IL 50
softly and 50 cugUrIjiShly that he still re-
manned nIy cavalier, picked up my hand
kerchief ana carried my flowers. / must
have some ore To perform these small ci-
Whites for me. and, rs liked him as well
as any one, why he could keep ON being
my waiter boy even if didn't want &C
marry him.
told him once iT he would do anything
worthy If note, anything to make his
name known among men us something
more than a ! .r.!.cr on in the world, might
possibly rcsCiuG my refusal. And there
did really beam a snark Of intelligence in
his blue eyes as no Ieplied:
Miss Kate, all, shall one day paint
your picture in n manner which will as
tonish every one, an
mo doubt every one will be astonished,
but please to remember when addressing
me that my rane Is Kate or Miss Mon.
trose, and not Kal.h. and left him look
ing as forlorn as il his grandmother had
died.
When l left the city, l made a grand
mystery Of tEy place where / intended
spending the su'lrn,r. and, after great
preparations and mu,h talk of my long
journey, / t.r..-r just nt dusk in grand
fathers carri.. and. after a ride Of six
miles, was lAsIJI az tie old brick house
where first sag IL, light. / was only
Is, but was ALREADY bored with the fash.
ionable world AID = iii sipatiOn. so here
/ was up in cherry tree, and, drawing the
volume of Tennysun from my pocket,
! commenced 10 read MAUD, when /
heard a noise and "a voice, and, looking to,
ward the cider mill, saw on board which
reached from an upper door Of the mill
into the tree Fran6-COusin Frank-the
tease and torment uf my life.
What do you want out here? Why
couldn't you have staid In the house:'
cried angrily.
BE careful Kat.," he replied, ''or you
will fall and break YOUR neck"
"Mind your buS.GcsS," / retorted. Il
don't care If do fill and break my neck"
tossing my head rs | spoke.
But tossing the head when standing on
the ground and tossing it when one is un.
certainly seated in a cherry tree is differ
ent affair.
When tossed mine, in some way toss
ed my whole body, and my impious words
were hardly out Of my mouth when there
were a crack and n crash, and, instead Of
being on the cherry tree, was on the
ground under a good sized limb, probably
in search Of my comb and my braid Of
hair, for don't know what else 1 came
down in such a hurry for. 1 heard Hal
HaP' and found that had breath enough
to scream ou::
"You hateful thing! am dead. Ny
neck is broken, and you don't care one
Bit"
Finding that things were so bad, Frank
came to my assistance. l soon heard voices
all around me, and, coming to myself,
found that / was surrounded by grand
mothers company, among them Mark
EllistOn. Poor Mark, he looked really
sorry, but the rest of them were endeavor-
ing to hide their merrimcnt, and did cut
q sorry figure. Just imagine me, city
belle, in my cOnditiOn-hair floating on
the breeze, face dirty, muslin skirt entirely
anEihilated, grasping with both hands n
soiled, bleeding Tennyson, on account Of
my scratCh he'd hands.
have never forgiven any Of those peo-
pie except Marx, because he looked sorry
As for Frank, he doesn't dare To ~ sherry