Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1896-12-31
CHAPTER X.
Art and Craft.

How Patrice got back to the far-off
spot where Capt. Kelly had come to
anchor she hardly knew. The crowd
was great, her head was swimming.
Her limbs were shaking, her heart was
beating so quickly and loudly that she
fancied other people would be startled
by the fiutter, as with g. drawn, hag-
gard face and distented, anguished
eyes she pushed her way along.
1t was not only the sight of her lover
on aggressive terms of familiarity with
another woman that had shocked and
outraged her out of all self-command.
The expression of that lovers face as
he lifted his head and met her sorrow
full, indignant eyes had been terrible
TO her. There had been such rage,
SUCH definace, it almost seemed such
as resentfully as if she had acke1
him down and found him out on pur-
pose. If there had been a sign-the
siightest-of love or joy in his eyes at
sight of her she would have endured
that other woman and met him with a
glad forgiveness ofhis apparent neg
hams like the trumpet tone Of the &C
fancied other people would be startled
lect But he had looked at her as if
she were his foe instead OF his love,
and the girls strong, true, young heart
was nearly broken.
Still she was dimly conscious in the
mndst of her misery that she must not
bring an ache into the kind heart or
a cloud into the clear BRAVE eyes of
the old man who had always player a
true fathers part toward her. He was
nearly asleep when she rejoined him
and so he did not see how strained was
the smile with which she greeted him
as she said:
81 can't stand any more pictures to-
day, papa. I've looked at them until
/ have begun to mix them all UP. I
wish I had finished In Dubln's Fair
CITY in time to send it. There are
some here that are nearly as bad as
my poor attempt"
"And dozens that are a deal worse
ne said warmly He was neither a
eanmoiSseur nor a critic, but he loved
Pat1-ice better than his life and he
could not stand by and be calm when
she was disparaged even by herself.
TITS broken day. We won't go
nome, as we made up our minds to a
days outing, only we will get away
from here. Where shall we go? Some
where out Of the way, shall WEI"
Wherever YOU like. my dear child
but first don't YOU think some lunch
con would be advisable. eh?"
" Not here, papa" she pleaded. The
noisome presence Of the beautiful
woman who was enTossing Sholtc
seemed to permeate every corner of
Burlington house. She felt sure thai
II they went into the refreshmen1
rooms the sight Of the pair who haG
been so lightly and Familiarity laugh.
ing and talking together would be tn,
first to meet her eyes. They would b.
eating ices, she knew, and the obiec.
tfonable beauty would be cool ant
comfortable. while she Patrice) would
feel hot and fiustered. So she threw
the earnestness Of real feeling into he,
plea that the luncheon should not b.
eaten there.
Where shall it be. then?" Let M
see, st. James hall will do, wont it?
Further away then that-mucl
much further" she said, eagerly.
Farther away from what?" h
asked. in some surprise for Patric.
generally acquiesced in the promptest
sweetest way with all his suggestions
Then an anxious expression crept owe
his weather-reddened tell-tale old fac
and he began with rapidity in all hi
most accessible pockets in a way tina
revealed to Patrice's practiced eye an
cultivated experience that he ha
either left home without or lost some
thing important.