Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-12-12

JussnlIZ, II what the people say is
true, that the master is thinking of
selling this place"
DO people say that?"
Thy all say so. | should like 0
contradict 1t, gracious lady"
She made no reply. She had turn
ed toward the house and was looking
Il it. The gun was reflected in all the
Windogs, Of which each one was in
3Eelf a dazzling little sun. Antje
looked at it so long that it brought
the water to her eyes. Then she
walked on with the little girl; the old
nan shook his head as he looked after
her.
At the end of the park she looked
over the low =wsall out into the fields
She lifted the child up on the wal
and let 1t also look out into the
world.
Papa" cried the child. and the
little hand in its white mitten pointer
10 a gentleman who was walking
along the road at little distance be-
side womans figure.
"Hushl" said the young wife, as she
gazed after the pair till they disap-
peared behind the first houses of the
village. Come, Mousier
The child trotted along aside her
mother toward the house.
Mouse not want to go in" she
cried as Ante opened the door.
"Oh, yes, Mouse; we will go into
papa's pretty room. Come"
And when they had taken off their
cloaks and hats upstairs, Ante went
with the child into the studio. She
sat down in the first chair she came
to and gazed straight before her.
The child in the meantime played
about on the carpet.
Here, mammal" it said at length.
putting a little bow of red ribbols
which it had picked up into it's
mothers hand.
Ante flung the dainty ribbon from
her as If some noxious insect had
crawled over her hand and her eyes
glanced at the picture on the easel.
The beautiful figure of the Spanish
dancer was now enclosed in a hand
some gold frame, but the picture was
not yet finished according to Leo's
ideas. The sunbeams gradually stole
nearer and nearer, and everything
vase as still as death around the
woman thus lost in meditation; the
child had laid its head on a soft foot
cushion and gone to sleep. There
was no sound throughout the whole
house except the deliberate ticking
of the richly gilded clock On the man
tel-piece, and a mysterious rustling
and cracking as if ghosts were going
about.
They were not comfortable ghosts;
they whispered evil thoughts to the
pale woman sitting there; they told
of broken faith. of love that was
dead, and &C an unhappy, lonely
future. Unite had not been cowardly;
she had Gained her rebellious heart
on that evening by saying to herself
that he had not yet done anything to
make him unworthy of her love; 1t
was all to be accounted for by his
artistic nature. by his love of beauty,
days-even his desire to paint this
beautiful girl and the need of paying
her homage. All, yes. il was that thar
mad been his attraction for her, that
he was so different from all the rest.
She had not been able to bring her,
self to tell him about the antiquarian's
bill. She had secretly raised the
money to satisfy the man. Nothing
would induce her to squabble with
Leo about money. She would not
dampen his creative ardor with these
petty cares; that was her duty as his
wife. No one but Ante herself and
her assistant knew that she had
drawn out through old Classen all the
savings that had been put into the
bank from her childhood up, and
added to these valuable pearl neck.
lace. the gift of her godmother, which
the old woman undertook to sell,
with many signs and shakes of the
head. And she could depend upon
Classen, The old woman wrung her
hands. il is true, and threatened to
tell her mother all about it. but she
was, nevertheless. as silent as the
grave as long as her young mistress
insisted upon It. Only Ante had to
hear her perpetual EXPLANATIONS OF.
"Oh what have We come to, whar
shall we come tc. if yon never win
say anything"
This is not the time for talking.
Classen," Ante would answer; sit
will all come out right yet. you will
see"
Goodness me, would give him
talking to-" grumbled the old woman.
But Antje did not hear her.
She thought of Maiberg; she felt
that she had lost faithful friend.
Did Leo feel that. too Was there
any hope of Maiberg's coming back?
She did not know, and she would not
ask after that last scene. for il might
look as il she had deeper interest in
the doctor.
Leo had no time for thinking Of
anything-he was painting Hildesarde