The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1902-10-31

half audibly as she gathered
up the cards impatiently, 10 throw for
the last time which should decide If
she were right TO doubt Cecifs loyalty.
Fearing 10 learn the worst, yet deter
mined 10 know the truth at any cost,
Ninette. the dark-eyed artists model,
spread out the fortune-telling cards on
the pedestal before her, while she
awaited the coming Of Cecil Thorne,
master of the studio and of her heart.
"Ah! This is better"-with a smile
Of satisfaction-"why, here Is good
luck again. Perhaps, after all, Cecil
is true. If ! could only understand
their language But he never speaks
10 her in French Courage, Ninette!
the last card tells your story. Is II a
fair lady or dark girl who Is loved
by Cecil? Dieuw
The fair lady's card had turned
again, and Ninette burst into q fresh
deluge Of tears just as the false Cecil
swung open the studio door. and with
out observing the crouching figure OF
Ninette began 10 whistle a merry air.
How can you whistle when ] am
so miserable?" said Ninette between
her sobs
"Why, bless my soul, Ninette, never
saw your
You have no eyes for me. You
would have seen another If she had
been here"
Another would not have kept so
this is very tiresome when ! have had
such n turn OF good luck. Listen.
Ninette. and dry your tears. My pic
ture--"
"Of me?"
'No, no-the great one, The Dawn
will be exhibited. Then If luck comes
our way, as is sure TO happen, we can
be-you know what''
Cecil drew Nnette to him IN affec-
tionate embrace. too elated with his
own hope Of prosperity to question
further the cause of tears. Ninette's
doubts vanished somewhat as the ten.
der avowals of love fell from the lips
OF her lover. She could not believe
him quite false, and yet-why did he
not exhibit her portrait in the Salon?
Could not Dawn have black hair as
well as golden? and surely the fair
lady was not otherwise more beautiful
than she.
Cecil Interrupted the unpleasant rev.
erie with, "Ninette, do you know |
believe my love for you has made me
n better painter! Monsieur de Thalcs
was here this morning and said the
warmth and soul Of The Dawn were
extraordinary"
The announcement that love for her
had aided him in putting warmth and
soul into the eyes of another woman
was not very comforting to Ninette,
and she dashed out of the studio, and
shut herself in her own little chamber,
which was on the ground floor.
"The little vlxenv laughed Cecil. 81
suppose old Gretha gave her a bad
breakfast this morning. She did not
seem properly pleased with the posi-.
bility of our being soon-Ah. Julia! /
am glad you have come The picture
Is nearly finished-and such good news!
De Thales was here this morning, and
was delighted. Why do you look n
the door-are you afraid of ghosts fol-
lowing you inT'
mo. Cecil, but do you know / have
n strange feeling of fear sometimes
when | see Ninette! She peered NJ me
to-day as / came up the stairs and her
black eyes looked like those of
1,os ,rl ,a a
l hope she isn't too fond Of you; you
know that is easily possible with these
French creatures of impulse"
"Oh, that is just like you women"
replied lightly that excellent judge Of
feminine emotion-"always suspicious
of another woman's love. Well. | can
tell you one thing. Julia, Ninette's love
is less dangerous than her hate. al
though should not like TO trihe with
either. But i, who so thoroughly un-
derstand Ninette, shall take care that
no danger attends her love for me"
Nlnette had crept from her chamber
and was listening at the keyhole of the
studio with hot breath and angry eyes.
How tender his voice! Almost the
only English word that Ninette knew
was dear" and she heard him apply
II TO Julia-the fair-haired. She felt
she could burst with Jealous passion.
but at this moment she heard familiar
voices on the steps and several com.
rades stood before her.
Good morning. Nina" exclaimed
the foremost on beholding the model.
whom all knew TO be n favorite with
Cecil, and locking bis arm Familiarity
In hers they entered the studio. fol
lowed 10y the others.
Hello. Thorne-just heard OF your
luck. my boy! Give us n shake of the
hand. old chap. before you get too high
up i'm the world to recognize old
friends. Let's have a holiday now in
celebration. Come out of the studio
after tomorrow you will he too grand
for frivolities."
Julia rose and smiled assent.
do. Cecil. you work much too hard
II Will do you good. Good morning
gentlemen; good.by. Cecil-Ninetter
The last was an exclamation. not q
greeting.
Ninette was glaring from her darn
eyes. and Julia involuntarily shudderet
rs she lifted her rich silken gown ant
swept down the stairs.
"Oh. IL knew how TO speak Frencl
/ would let that little French demon
know she must not stare N me so IN
solently. Poor Ninette. hope hei
love for Cecil will not interfere Will