Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1898-01-28
CHAPTER XVIII

SII<aI I-1t N WILL. b
Rosie Ewell. in coloring photographs,
had found her vocation.
MIR. Denham made her begin at the be-
ginning. but she rapidly assembled the lad
der. From touching up" the plain pho
tographs she went on to "tintins'' faces
and hands, and thence rose to coloring the
whole tigure-an art in which she so
greatly improved that the most finished
PORTRAITS were soon intrllsted to her care.
Mr.. Denham, on finding out the progress
made by Miss Frascr-for Jane insisted
that Rosie should still maintain her in
cognito-transfcrred her to his Regent
street establishment, where the demand
for highly finished portraits was greater
than at Chelsea.
Jane consented 10 the new arrange
ment with some fears, but Rosie had mono
for herself. If she should meet any of her
family, she averred, she did not care. No
one should take her from her beloved Jane
Warmer, nor prevent her from supporting
herself.
1t was a March day, cold, dull and WIN
try, and the girl was wondering whether
she could accomplish any work ON such n
dark afternoon, when the proprietor of
the stidio-a brother of Mr.. Denham's-
came into her room with a carte de yisite
in his hand.
Can you do anything with this. Miss
Frascr:" he inquired. "The gentleman
wants the head colorcd for a locket, but
I'm afraid it's too dark. l advised him
to st again, but he has no time-is in a
hurry, and wants it at once. Can it be
dcne?"
He placed the photograph in her hands.
She recognized it ut once. 1t was a DOR
trait of her brother Wilfrid.
els the gentleman here!' she asked
hurricdly.
YES; waiting to hear what you say"
1T is much TOO dark an impression. 1t
won't be satisfactory she answered, Civ
ing it back with n trembling hand.
Very good, I'll tell him so," said Mr..
Denham. But in another minute he had
returned.
THE sentleman-it's Sir Wilfrid Ewell
says he will take the chance of it's turn
ing out Il failure; but he wishes this par
ticular carte colored, and would like to
speak to YOU about it. You must come
downstairs and see him."
II cannot; l am too busy" she an
swered %brusquely.
"But, Miss Fraser, I must insist" COM
menced the photographer.
"Am 1 intruding" said n voice in the
doorway, and her brother appeared upon
the threshold.
Mr.. Denham retreated in his favor.
"Ah, Sir Wilfrid! Now you can sneak
to the young lady yourself. Sir Wiifrid.
Miss Fraser" And SO saying, MI. Den.
ham went back to his own department.
Sir Wilfrid recognized her at once.
Rosie had only to raise those dark. gray
eyes-so like his own-and fix a look upon
him filled with emotion, for him to know
his sister. But surprise for a moment
mastered his powers Of speech.
Don't make a fuss about it, darling"
said Rosie quietly, when she had found
her voice. ut is I, indeed: and If Won
are angry to find me here, remember. it
was my mother drove me to it,"
Rosie, my dearest sister! how could I
be angry to find you, when your loss has
been the trouble of my life? But what is
this, dear? Are you obliged TO work for
your bread? Whom are you living with?
What are you doing? oh, Rosiei do not
be afraid Of me, but tell me all"
He had closed the door by this time.
and coming forward, folded her in his
arms. And Rosie, feeling his kisses On
her cheek, wondered for a moment how
she could have had the heart to run away
from him.
Il am not a bit afraid. dear Wilfrid: nor
have any reason to be ashamed. But
you must let me go now. darling, Sun.
pose MIR. Dcnham should come in and
catch us kissing! 1 should be dismissed
upon the spot"
They both laughed at that. and Rosie
dried the tears that had risen to her eyes.
now that 1 have found YOU, Rosie, I
VIII never let you go" said Sir Wilfrid.
And 1 have no wish that you should.
lear brother; for meeting you again
makes me wonder how l can have lived
30 long without a sight of your face or a
sound OF your voice. But you must not
stay here now. Give me your orders
about the photograph, and tell me where
1 can see You, and I will come as coon as
my days work b over"
] "oh, hang the Photograph exclaimed