Little Falls weekly transcript. (Little Falls, Morrison Co., Minn.) 1894-19??, 1900-03-09

the disuse into which this accomplish
ment has fallen. How this loss of inter-
est in it has come about is more than l
can imagine because there is something
fascinating in the use of the foils.'
"'Did you ever fence?' inquired the de-
mure painter as she jabbed blotch Of
brilliant orange on her poster canvas.
why, yes-somewhat,' was the an
swer. In fact, I used to be very handy
with the foils, and it took a good hand to
worst me in a contest of skill. 1 haven't
done anything in that line, however, for
a long time, for the reason that there is
no sport in working with contestant
who is not somewhere near a match
'"The subject was dropped, but the
young woman treasured the remark. A
day or two later another masculine men,
Der Of the little colony sat in the same
big. carved chair in the young woman's
studio and, CHANGING to glance at a foil
which decorated the wall, remarked: 'Ah,
that reminds me Of old times. l wish
there would be genuine revival Of the
lost art Of fencing in this town. I'D just
like to go into it again. At one time l
devoted more hours to the use Of the
foils than the pencil or BRUSH
''This gentle boast recalled to the
young woman the remarks Of her other
friend, and she pondered the two secret
confessions with wicked and increasing
delight. Several days she meditated mis-
chief and smiled with elfish joy as she
pursued her work. BY the time she had
finished her poster her plans were ma
tured. She was to remove her studio
and occupy another room with young
woman friend. This removal was to be
accomplished Saturday morning, and
there were yet several days to put her
mischievous schemes into execution. As
the young man who had made the first
boast came in for another chat she art
fully reverted to their previous converse
ton and said. There is a young man in
town who has an idea that fencing is a
lost art and that there's not any one in
Chicago able to stand up against him in
scientific contest.
"'Humph' was the quick retort. I'd
just like to meet that fellow and take a
little of the conceit out Of him. Who is
he anyway
"'Mr. Bruno answered the young wo-
man. And l think he will oblige you
any time you feel disposed to meet him.
"'Well, you may set it down in your
1
limo or any place.
"That evening Mr.. Bruno stood In the
dusk of the studio and enjoyed tete-a-
tete with the, poster artist before taking
her to the theater. As she pushed pin
through her hat and drew on her gloves
she said: You remember what You were
saying the other day about fencing? I'm
afraid you're likely to have an opportu-
nifty to show your mettle. Harold was In
the studio and In the course Of chat in
situated there wasn't a man In Chicago
who could handle the foils with him.
When replied that thought he was
counting without his host and that he
had forgotten that this was your favorite
pastime he seemed to deride the idea and,
It fact, threw out the suggestion that he
hac only to learn that it would be agree
able to you to meet him In 4 test Of skill.
"'Well. I'm his man. instantly answer.
ed Bruno, and you just tell him 20 for
MS
."'Oh, no. said the young woman; TIL
do nothing Of the kind Then she laugh.
ed and added: But I'll tell you what: II
you, can arrange meeting with him you
may have 4 contest right here In thi1
I studio. I'm going to move out Saturday