The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1902-04-23
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Pretty Ninettei She entered the stu
do with eyes shining like stars, the
soft color coming and going in her
cheeks, the dewy lips, arched like Gu
pid's bow, tremulous with excitement
and it was no wonder that his artist
soul reveled In her beauty. When the
days work was over. lie called her to
him and showed her the picture. which
was approaching completion.
I'VE shall soon have it done, my dear,
and then we will send it away to the
big city, where there will be none so
beautiful as my little fisher girl. Only
a few more days and our work is over"
He drew her close to him and pressed
q kiss on her innocent lips, which to
him was bat an expression of thank
fulncss to the child who had helped
him to win the fame he felt sure was
within his grasp, but TO her it was the
awakening of soul, and he, northern
er that he was, did not understand how
soon womanhood, with all its joys and
sorrows, comes TO maidens under
southern sun.
She silently left the room and
thoughtfully pursued her way to her
home. Her few. simple duties over,
she crept to her bed. still with this
new secret warming her heart and
opening out a new vista of happiness
In her life.
Mother she had none. Her father, a
rough, uneouth fisherman, was seldom
at home. except to sleep off some
drum lon, S.tT. hot
lovely flower could have sprung from
such a parent.
Some time in the night Nlnette was
awakened from a deep sleep by hear
ing voices outside the hut and soon
distinguished her fathers and those
of some of his cronies. AS she listen
ed she grew cold with a sudden chill
as she heard them plan to waylay and
J rob some one, and she held her breath
to catch the name. All. heayenl Could
| it be that she heard Alright! "rhe pic
ture fellow" they said. "He has plen-
| ty of money and Jewels worth taking"
She must save him, he who had ca
ressed her so fondly, her dear friend,
for even to herself she scarcely dared
call him by any fonder name yet. She
would listen to all their plans, and per-
haps she could warn him.
"IIe will be coming home along the
cliff road from the chateau that holds
his sweetheart" said her fathers voice.
"They will think he fell over" he add
cd. with fiendish chucklc.
Hist" said another. "The girl may
wake"
| She could hear no more, for they
moved away, but the iron had entered
her soul. and Jealousy had made wo-
man Of the girl of yesterday. "Oyer
the cliff to see his sweetheart" Then
she could never be anything to him.
She was only a child to amuse him.
Then all her passionate nature rose In
revolt No one else should have his
love, she thought They might throw
him from the cliff She would have the
remembrance of that kiss of yesterday.
She covered her head in the bed
clothes and shiYered and wept until
morning. Then with the bright sun
came better thoughts. and she remem-
bered the grand picture that was to 60
out into the world-she must save him
or 1t would not be finished. She would
20 along the cliff road at evening and
warn him Of his danger. So, alternat-
ing between love and jealousy, she
spent all tie day, and when the sun
sank TO rest behind the hills she was
on her way over the rocks and up OH
to the cliff, where she could hide her.
self and watch for his approach.
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den behind black clouds. \ storm was
coming up. Still she did not stir. The
thunder rolled, and lightning lit up the
heavens with fitful flashes. Perhaps he
would net return tonight, and she
prayed he might not, although 1t was
agony to picture TO herself the lady at
the chateau pleading with him not to
go out into the night. IIark, that was
bis voice surely singing softly to him
SELF and in one of the flashes she saw
coming from the chateau road the form
of him she loved. In one swift moment
she eXuted that he had left his lady In
spite Of pleading but the feeling was
brief. for frcm the other direction she
heard voices and realized that the evil
Ottu Dilutitu III dii tlit ing III DS'
fore would be executed unless she
could prevent 1t. Nearer and nearer
they come until they are almost oppo
site her hiding place.
Holy mother, what can she DO? There
Is no time to warn him as he comes
jauntlly on to his doom, and she sees
like n flash his mangled form on the
rocks below to be washed out with the
cruel waves In the morning Then the
picture rises before her in all its divine
beauty. Her brain Is bursting with ex-
element. Unknowlngly she rushes out
of her concealment, and the ruffians,
seeing the form in the darkness, think
their victim is In their power. In her
frenzy she has gone too far. One false
step and she falls over the cliff. A
lightning fash lit up the sky, and there
was one Shrek as of lost soul as she
went over the edge The men turn and
fee for dear life, thinking in their SUI
perstitious fear that evil spirits are
pursuing them. In an instant all was
over, and, unable to find the cause of
the disturbance, the artist kept on his
way home
The next morning the village rang
with excitement. for the frightened
men had confessed all, and the body of