Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1896-04-02

che saId, 80 Il Wae better tat az
not cau until I met her s0ua Other
way" INT every time I walked viii
her ana every time ! spoke 10 her ths
blood surged madly through my vein1
until could hardly keep from telling
| her how much i adored her.
What right has poor artist Ike me
| to tell girl as poor as himself that he
wants to marry her? Why, I car
hardly find q decent living for you and
myself, let alone woman. She ID q
music teacher and plays the plano al.
vinely, for have heard her Of an after
noon. Perhaps that Ii the reason
haven't painted much Of late. listen.
| ing to her. Well, begin tomorrow In
earnest, for she Is coming here to LET
me paint her. Oh, what joyl Is 1t any
wonder that I'm half wild with delight;
For such q picture as shall paint will
make my name and fortune and then
-. Then what? Never mind, old
boy, you shall see what you shall see.
Mrow-ow-ow. Mrr-r-ow. Mr-ow-ow-
umummm. i wonder when that foolish
fellow will come back? Here he has
been out for an hour or two, when he
should have been hard at work. And
what hustle he was in this morning.
The place was all upside down. After
such a hint as he gave me last night
about the fat mouse, think he might
have let me had n little quiet here by
myself this morning, so that 1 might
have hunted up something good to eat.
AS IL / would touch half Of that paltry
roll he had for breakfast! should say
not. / turned my back on it in disgust
when he placed it before me and said
it was all we could have to-day. lie
saw wasn't going to eat it, and took 1t
for himself, with a shrug Of his shout
ders, and muttered, "ungrateful beast"
AS IL didn't know he was dying for IL.
but was too generous to leave me with
out anything.
Heigh-ho. Men never understand
cats. We are too sensitive for them.
That is the reason we get along better
with women. Their natures are so
much like our own. Well, he cleaned
up all the place this morning. Every
thing was dusty and dirty before
Now II is clean and bright. There is not
much of 1t, to be sure, but still it
makes rather an attractive picture,
even for a well-bred creature like my
self. l do hope she is thoroughbred.
l hate these models with their loud talk
and boisterous laughter They all like
him, and that is why they used to come
here so much. They don't any more.
Guess they made so much noise he
couldn't hear her play.
Well. well, there is his step on the
stair and his whistle. Here he is with
his arms full of bundles. Why, where
did he get the money? / heard him
complaining all day that he was broke,
and muttering bad words under his
breath. words which shocked my
sensibilities. Why. he has lost his ring.
that beautiful ring that / admired so
much. And / know he thought so much
Of IL. am so sorry he lost it. Mmmm.
How he bustles around. He don't take
any notice Of me. She is coming. Well,
let her come. I'll show him that he
can't slight me when he wants to, and
then make up again when he pleases
Umummmmm. Meow! Meow!
Mmmrrmm. He's looking out the win
dow. There he runs to the door. She
is coming. Meow! She is here.
oh, what a darling girl! Her fluffy
brown hair, falling over her frosted,
rosy cheeks; her dimples, and her long
lashes. Her dark eyes, and that beau
tiful blue suit, which clings to her fig
ure so closely! My! My! Wow! What!
Miji-br-r-ick! You're getting excited.
What is that curious creature hanging
about her neck, Miji-br-r-ick? 1t Is de-
testable.
Well, shall soon see, for she Is TAX
ing it off and putting it on a.chair. How
he watches her every action! How ca
ressingly he speaks to her! And she
seems to avoid looking at him. Will
she have a cup of tea after her cold
walk? Tea? Tea? Are my ears de-
ceiving me? Why, haven't smelt tea
since 1 came to this place; that is, ex-
cept some evil-smelling stuff the por-
tress sent up one day when he was sick.
He must have fallen heir to some gro
Gerry store! OF course she will have n
cup Of tea! What does he do but swing
a couple Of pokers across the fireplace.
Now l know why he had no fire this
morning. He was making a niche to
hold these pokers. From them he sus-
ponds kettel, little the worse for
wear, but polished, oh, so bright II
prefer to make 1t this way" he is say
ing" although some prefer an alcohol
lamp" The sly dog. 1T Is so nice"
she murmurs, ''here in this warm, bright
room" And then they talk Of other
things-the weather, music, art and all
the rubbish that mortals in love usually
talk about. Mortals in love, did say?
Well, don't correct me. He confessed as
much to me, and my eyes tell me the
same about her. OF course, he doesn't
see that she loves him. Trust a man
for that. Why, he wouldn't believe it IL
1 told him myself.
How he looks at her when he talks to
her, and how she don't look at him
when she talks to him. But when he
grows enthusiastic and tells her how
he fought his way through Europe;
how he was half fed, badly clothed, i'll
treated; every mans hand against him
because he had no money. But still he
fought on, until he had seen the famous
works of art, and had studied under
the masters Of to-day, had examined