Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1900-11-29

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stout comedy person. She. in her
turn, looked at Violet's exquisite face
a7d figure; then suddenly sbe rose,
| AID went to where she was standing
| She made very condescen ling bow
acd looked into the lustrous cyoS.
We must dispense with introduc-
Cons" she said, with broad smile,
IS there is no one to perform that
ceremony for US. 1t seems such a pity
to sit and watch this beautiful scene
without speaking"
Violet male bcw that would have
| 3ohtted a queen.
You are very kind" she said
And Mrs Carstone looked up in won
der, both at the loyellness of the face
and the sweetness of the voice.
Il am Mrs. Carstone," she said. 81
am staying here with my husband and
son. We came to st. Philipo to pur-
chase antiquities
AND L. said Violet, Am staying
mere with my husband, Mr. Randolph,
who came in search of the pictur-
esque."
a shadow OF disappointment passed
over the comey race OK the elderly
lady; she hld thought this girl, yho
looked Ike young empress, would
have proved to be somebody 81 con
sequence"
An artist, / suppose she said. tan
guidly
Yes, replied Violet, proudly; my
husband is an artist"
There was light on her face and in
her eyes Mrs. Carstone saw that the
young girl had a profound respect for
the profession OF her husband.
Shall we so to the end of the bal
cony Mrs Randolph" she said. I'VE
shall see better there Then, as they
paused by the side of the young man,
who was still standing there, she
added, MY son Oscar" by way of in
PRODUCTION
SO the three sat down together at
he end Of the balcony, the young man
being already hopelessly in love with
Vioct's exquisite face.
a beautiful scene" he said, at
length there is nothing approaching
1t to be found in England"
ooh Oscar, do not say that There
is no place like home" Mrs Carstone
had an occasional difhculty with her
his; being as a rule she was fairly
ae'rl There is no place like
home, Mrs rlandolph and these fire
works to my mind will not compare
with those so frequently seen at the
Crystal Palace"
oh, mother" cried the son, with
sigh, who would mention st. Philipo
aud the Crystal Palace In the same mo-
ment?"
MY son is so sentimental said the
comely lady. Give me comfort first
let all else give place to that. Do
you not think that a very good doc.
trine, Mrs Randolph"
Il like comfort" said Violet; but
there are many things l prefer to it."
The quick gray eyes turned upon
her.
mo one could look at you, Mrs,
Randolph, and believe that the doc
trine of comfort is yours"
What should you imagine my favor
lite doctrine to be-" asked Violet.
Daring romance he replied, after
looking at her for a few moments
How she laughed! How she enjoyed
it, He could not quite understand her
laughter, though he reioced in it and
thought he had caused it by his own
wit
You are sentimental" she said at
last. I'm all my life have known no
romance"
Rut as she said the words there came
70 her 4 recollection CT the hour in |
which she had stood before her eager
Young lover with the scarlet geranj- |
ums glowing on her breast If that |
v.ere not romance, it should have been |
Her heart amote her and her face
flushed There WIS certainly every
tNor conducive 70 romance in the cir |
0rmetarces Of her marriage,
Sentiment Is one thing and sense
arN+hor." said Mrs Carsto0e; at which |
ohvious rlatitude Violet laughed again,
Oscar Carstooo turned to her.
'no you remember Mooro's fine old |
ballad:
" Common sense and genius
Owe night wont ont on ramble'?"
ives 7 remember it. I like II very
mueh she ren'ied
"CivN mo common serse'" said Mrs
CsrgfDOe
"C'vo ro reoiue'" cried h son
vch'ro Violet loughirr DIV added
"Civn r'o . nr0ner AID iudicious