The Red Cloud chief., 1897-10-15

moiselle.' he said. What do you wish
to know concerning him."
The girl shrugged her shoulders.
Wish to know" she exclaimed. NJ
fol, I have no wish to know. mon
gieur."
Then ! don't mind telling you. lie
is a countryman of mine. lie was
born in a village near where ] was
born. knew him when he was a boy;
and when he came to Paris a few
months Sgo. determined to work hard
and compelled to live on slender means.
| offered to share my studio with him,
and he Is here. There. you have lost
your fierce look and got quite a tame
one into your eyes. IoH 2 10 longer
u wild creature of the Revolution. You
are also stifi. | perceive. Take a Few
turns about the rooms, mademoiselle.
then We will go on
The artist walked over to a table lit
tered with all kinds of debris, filled a
well-colorcd briar-root pipe. and began
to smoke.
He was d tall man, slight in build,
rather good-looking. but very careless
~ dressed: when he walked, he did so
with Il sllght limp. though he appeared
to have wcll-knit limbs; and when he
spoke French. he did so with a very
strong insular accumulation. From
himself Adele had learned nothing of
his personal history, for he was chary
of giving that kind of information,
and at times more inclined to work
than talk.
Having received permission to rest,
Adele shook herself like a young pan
Their, and lcapcd lightly from the ros-
trum, while her employer. having lit
his pipe. strolled off and left her In
sole possession of the studio. She
stood for a moment to stretch her
limbs. already cramped with posing.
then strolled ~thoughtfully to the fur
ther end of the studio. where the
Younger of the two men had been
working. There stood the picture AT
which he worked so assiduously. COW
cred with a green fold of baize. Adele
longed t have a peep at II. She lis
tened; returned to the door: there was
no sound: then she ran lightly across
the room. lifted the loose baize and
exposed the picture to full view.
Holy Mother" she exclaimed
starting back with raised eyebrow!
and hands.
You are startled, madcmoiselle,'
said a voice. do you consider TIT
picture a bad one?'
Adele turned and saw her employee
gazing at her from the threshold o
I, the room.
/, III you please" he continued. ad
, v~ancing. I'VE will return to our WORK
Your face has got some expression
now: the rest has done you good
without a word she turned from tn
picture. mounted her rostrum and fel
!, into her accustomed pose.
For a time the artist worked agai
: silently. and Adele, glancing from hill
8 to the picture. seemed celebrating a
to what she should do.
@ Presently she spoke.
How long has he been in Paris?
d she said, indicating by a sidelon
movement of her head the person VIII
d usually occupied the other end OF tn
room.
@ Several months, as ! informe
you returned the artist, without lool
y ing up from his work.
e who is his model?'
(Which one?"
It For that picture
= mo one. He paints from memory,
II "Ah, then. he has known her? II
k is a compatriot OF madame?'
IT "Of whom"
j. "Of the original of that picture.
Madame Caussidiere."
\. "Ah. you think you trace a iikene'
l. to a friend"
r, "l do not think II, monsieur: | kno
t.. 1t Is madame. not as she Is no
ID -ah, no-but ms she must have bee
le years GO. before she married tn;
ID chouan OF a Caussidiere!'
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