The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-07-17
AN ARTISTS HEROINE

Up IN a cherry tree, cherries ripe and
rcd hanging all about mo. Seating my
self on limb, / prepared to eat, and
did eat.
ate until the lacng of my No. IL cor
set gave way and then sighed that there
was not room for more. Out on ono OF
tho longest limbs there was little nook
formed and shaded by smaller limbs.
which looked like a secure resting place.
lt was long distance and necessitated
careful climbing, but l felt equal to the
task, and as 1 drew myself cautiously over
the rough bark laughed gleefully TO myself
and wondered what my city lovers would
say 10 my new accomplishments II they
should see me. There was Mark Elliston,
an exquisite of the most excruciating kind.
1 could imagine him holding up his hands,
exolaimipg In his silky, effeminate voice:
why, declared Oh, Miss Kate, you as
tonish meah" was always astonishing
him, for that matter. He had been
making love to me for months, and IL
needed but the monosyllable Yes" from
| my lips To make me mstres of his hand
| some establishments. And although the
girls all envied mo and my mother said l
| was fool 10 was dimly impressed upon
| my mind that when married wished to
marry man, not u poodle although said
| poodle might have more money than he
knew what Co do with and SO, although
said mo" to his entreaties, l said it so
softly and SO coquettishly that no still re-
manned my cavalier, picked up my hand
| kerohief and carried my flowers. i must
have some one 10 perform these small Oh
| Whites for me- and, as / liked him as well
| as any one, why he could keep on being
| my waiter boy even II didn't want to
marry him.
told him once II no would do anything
worthy of note anything to make his
name known among men as something
more than a locker on in the world, might
possibly rescind my refusal. And there
did really beam spark OF intelligence IN
his blue eyes as no replied:
Miss Kate, all shall one day paint
your picture in manner which will as
tonish every one, ah.
"No doubt every one will be astonished,
but please to remember when addressing
me that my name Is Kate or Miss Mon.
trose, and not katah, " and l left him look
Ing as forlorn as II his grandmother had
died.
When left the city, I made grand
mystery OF the place where / intended
cPohtlhB thb huiliiltT, anu, kTthb
preparations and much talk of my long
journey, l left home just mt dusk in grand
fathers carriage, and, after ride of six
miles, was landed at the old brick house
where first saw the light. / was only
Is, but was already bored with the fash
ionable world and its dissipation. So here
1 was up In cherry tree, and, drawing the
volume of Tennyson from my pocket,
I commenced to read MAUD" when l
heard q noise and voice, and, looking to-
ward the cider mill, l saw on a board which
reached from an upper door of tho mill
into the tree Frank-Cousin Frank-the
tease and torment of my life
what do you want out herep Why
couldn't you have staid i'm the house?" l
cried angrily.
BE careful, Kate" he replied, cor you
will fall and break your neck.
mind your business" retorted. 81
don't care II do fall and break my neck"
tossing my head as spoke
But tossing the head when standing on
the ground and tossing it when one Is IN
certainly seated in cherry tree Is differ
ent affair.
When tossed NINE In some way toss
ed my whole body, and my impious words
were hardly out Of my mouth when there
were crack and a 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 I came
down In such hurry for. heard "Hai
Ha" and found that had breath enough
to scream out:
"You hateful thing am dead My
neck Is broken, and you don't care one
bit"
Finding that things were SO bad, Frank
came to my assistance. i soon heard voices
all around mo, 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 merriment, and did cut
q sorry figure. Just imagine me, u city
belle, in my condition-hair floating on
the breeze, face dirty, muslin skirt entirely
annihilated grasping with both hands
soiled, bleeding Tennyson, on account of
my scratched hands.
have never forgiven any of those peo-
pie except Mark, because he looked sorry.
AS for Frank, he doesn't dare to say cherry
tree to me even to this day. Strange to say,
my fall of ~ feet did not hurt me except
w snake my nerves.
The next day, while we were at dinner,
Uncle James says to me gravely:
Kate, we lost one of our calves today!'
did your" said. "How did 1t hap
penY'
l knew that they were kept In the Or
chard and supposed that one had either es-
capped or was dead.
well, you see," he said, "when we
counted them this morning one of them
was missing, and we hunted all over the
orchard, In every nook and corner, until
we went under the cherry tree, and II
there wasn't the calf down in the hole
which you made yesterday a-nibbling ut
the dirt and trying to eat up that braid OF
your false hair"
did not say anything, but picked up
my plate Now l have great respect for
cherry pic--in fact, l dote ON 1t and my
plate contained the article-and although
picked UP the plate and Uncle James
lodged l sat IL down again and COM
menced to eat yoracously.
Mark Elliston has painted two pictures
which bid fnir TO establish his reputation
as an artist. One is entitled "In the Cher
~ Tree, the other "Out Of the Cherry
Tree" The heroine bears decided resem-
blanoe to me- and / am thinking of gra-
ciously reconsidering my refusal Of Marks /
hand and fortune. -Exchange.
Greeting In the Pool.