The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-06-22
A BEAUTIFUL MAN.

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Of beauty that makes people turn around
in the street and stare-the strong. fair,
God given beauty that even men like to
look at
He lived up to his beauty, and for |
his beauty and by his beauty. He looked |
like prince, prince of some northern |
saga-like Frithjof, the destroyer Of |
gods. He looked like the impossible hero |
Of penny novelette, written by a WON
an
He was one evening at Colonel and
Mrs. Wayne's The music was COM
plicated, and the women were plain,
and he-wishing these conditions had
been reversed-sat with his elbow rest
ing on little table near him and hand
lifted up, looking at his nails 1t soothed
him and prevented his yawning from
becoming unmanageably frequent.
MAY l see them, too?" said wom-
ans voice at his side. 1t was clear
young voice, and when he turned around
TO look at its owner he was disap-
pointed.
~ am painter" said she, "and
| understand beautiful hands " She held
| out one of her own, palm upward, as
| she spoke, waiting for him to lay his
upon it. He did so smiling, not know
| ing exactly what TO say, and she bent
her head little to one side and looked
at it.
The daughters Of the house were play
ing long duet
'How dreadfully bored you are, 4" she
said thoughtfully, without raising her
eyes; five yawns in ten minutes. You
may take back your hand. Thank you.
He was again at loss what to say.
He did not quite understand her, with
her pretty voice and her ugly face. He
would have liked to know what she
thought Of his hand, but il looked fool
ish to ask. So ne sat still, staring at
her aggravating, untidy little profile.
The ugly little thing came up to him
before the evening was over and lifted
her small hard face to his. "Mr. Van
den Heuvel," she said in a pretty voice
that ought to have belonged to some one
else, ~ want you to come and see me
that is, ;" she corrected laughingly, Il
want you to come and let Inc see you.
want to paint you. please. " And here
softening of the pretty voice. You
are SO very beautiful! am an exceed
ingly clever painter. you know, so you
need not fear to trust your beauty with
me.
He went next day, and the day after
that and every day.
She never needed or cared about what
his thoughts or his feelings might be.
She painted on, stopping sometimes to
clasp her hands i'll frank, heathenish
alteration before him Your beauty
positively hurts me!' she would say
pressing both her hands 10 her heart
And if he turned pale she told him t'
! spoil her tints.
IT love you," said Henri Pierre ont
afternoon rs she bent over him with ;
: cardboard lotus lily in her hand.
Don't be foolish, dear, she said, re
: arranging her landscape.
] Il love you, repeated Nmcissus.
J. "Now your curls are all tangled NJ
on the wrong side, and it will take mt
an hour to fasten the lilies on you
q head, she said GROSSLY. And with light
turpentiny fingers and with long brusl
in her mouth she patted him into shap
again. There look down now AM
smile.
II shall try and catch smallpox, sal
r Henri Pierre, opening his eyes, "or &c
t | burned in a fire and be all Scared an
r hideous. Then you will love me 70
something better than my beauty"
"Then l shall not love you at all,
, said the girl, with decided little ola
:. of the brush "Go to sleep. Here come
Diana.
y 1t was not Diana IL was Lydia Love
the poetess, who opened the door an
+, entered with the fash and dazzle OF he
Young success, and Of her scarlet Ia
and cloak.
INV dear you must lend him
=, me" she said after she had kissed he
friend and stared at Henri Pierre unit
:" he shut his eyes again i'll self defens'
II have got an order for "a sonnet
and my brain is absolutely dried NJ
Lend him to me for three weeks. L
OF send him back unimpaired. Heaven
no What face he hast
III
d. He learned all her poems by hear
es and recited them 70 her in the morning
L. when she was too calm TO write. /
III sat at her feet from morning to nigl
TO with the blue intensity Of his eyes fixt
u on her willful face. and his heart broke
70 BY her capricious kindness.
W II love you," he said.
III She laughed. 'Be content with Il
" gift of gifts the gods have blessed y,
H. with-your beauty-your improbabi
a. your perfect. your magnificent beauty.
NJ Hang my beauty cried Hen
Pierre passionately. "Iwant to be low
loved for no reason-lovedl Not b
cause nv nose is straight, and my ha
browny yellow, and my eyes sky blu
eo But loved with closed eyes, blindly,
no reasonably
st II am sorry," said Lydia, who h
er finished her twenty fourth sonnet tn
10 day; but cannot help you And
Oh you take my advice you will never
m angry or in earnest about anything.
* spoils your features. "
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Nun saps st'uocchic Gu tn tiene nfronte
1t was not a boy, it was young 8
~ singing, aud little boy who was WI