Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1902-01-21
In the Mirror.


ming his eyes down the card, though
it sayors uncommoniy of pcolroom
bulletins; combination one; combina-
ton two'-well," with a smile at the
conceit, reckon I'll play combination
seyen-lamb chop. griddle cake, ly-
0nnais potatoes'-a hungry fellow can't
lose much on that-for sure. HeIlo~
his glance falling suddenly on large
japanese screen. partially hiding one
corner Of the room. there's an or
chestra, too; hope they are on par
with the rest of the appointments. By
jove! they're girls"
In the mirror by the end of the
screen a face had arisen. a laughing
sirlish face, and its Owner. tucking Il
fat brown violin under her arm. and
blissfully unconscious of Boynton's
eager scrutiny, proceeded with much
graceful posing and sundry def and
skillful jabs Of long, blackheaded pin
to adjust a huge picture hat upon her
small and shapely head
Evidently she Of the merry counte-
nance was trying it on. for she turned
presently as if inviting an opinion
from some unseen companion-and at
that moment she caught the reflection
Of Boyton's admiring eyes staring at
her in the mirror.
The smile vanished. giving place to
surprise annoyance and swiftly grow
ing resentment: but the look # utter
chIgrin that flashed over Boynton's
face as he realized that he had been
guilty of a rudeness was clearly too
much tor the young lady's sense of
humor. for after brief struggle. the
stern lines at the corner of her lips
melted into the suspicion of a smile;
with n quick glance-half fun. half
defance-she suddenly thrust out her
tongue, and with a saucy courtesy at
the reflection of the discounted Boyn-
son-she disappeared.
Wei If she isn't a peach" thought
Mark, gazing ruefully at the empty
mirror, while a curious thrill tingled
along his nerves. What stunning hair
she has | wish | knew who she was;
somehow she seems different from any
girl ever" He dropped his knife
and fork in establishment, doubling his
ears.
From behind the screen came the
rollicking notes of familiar rag-time
air, "Why don't you get lady of your
ewn?" remarked the violin, sarcastic
ally. Mark grinned in spite of him
self.
IN get even for that young lady,"
Be remarked "or my name isn't Mark
Boynton-I am going to find out who
you are"
During the remainder of his lunch
Mark racked his brain to little pur-
pose, but as he stepped up to pay his
check an inspiration came to him
"Eurekal he calculated.
Beg pardon sir" said the cashier,
politely. why. certainly" she said
presently. In answer to Boynton's in
curry. 1.-The violin players name is
Miss Sturm-of course you can engage
her: she will be much pleased; a whist
party at your sisters you say-please
Sturm will be on hand"
Mark departed, chuckling. Wonder
what she'll say tomorrow night" he
thought. I'm ask her to play why
don't you get lady" as I'm a sin
ner."
"Awfully obliged for the orchestra,
Mark. said Miss Boynton to her broth
er the following evening. Il never
dreamed of having anything so swell
as thar for my whist; don't you think
i, a nice idea putting them behind the
rubber plants?"
Great. Sis" replied Mark. believe
I'll go and ask them to play something
for me. Here's where l take a trick. "
he muttered. threading his way care
fully between the little tables
"Wm you kindly pay, Why don't
7 though Miss Sturm was to be here?"
wound up Mark. leaning against the
piano in surprise.
But vhas Miss Sturm." replied the
stolid looking. round-face violinist.
gazing at dumfounded Mark in mild
wonder
But thought-that is-where is the
young lady whe plays at the restaur-
anti" siammered Mark.
Il vhas her" said the German girl,
lmpassively the cashier, she half cir
me the Herr Boynton's card. and haf
come to-" but Mark, with an incoher-
ent apology retreated.
"-rrumped.n he thought n,iSerahly.
~what in the world can it mean? That
Dutch girl IS as utterly unlike her as
darkness from light" 1t came over
Mark all at once, in a great wave of
disappointment how much he had
been looking forward TO seeing the
merry face that had haunted him all
day Il will tind ont who she is.9 be
told himself. with vehement determi-
nation. If 1 have 10 search all over
Bost-Great Scott, am l awaken"
At a table in the far corner. unoccu.
pied. save for her dainty self. her
hands toying idly with the score card.
was sitting the girl of the mirror. Ii
seemed an hour TO Mark before be
reached his sisters side. Maud" be
said eagerly who is that girl over
theres I-I'd like 10 meet herg'
Miss Boynton swept the rooW with
4 deliberate glance. THAT girl with
the auburn hair?" she said presently
that's Edith Sinclair; haven't you met
her yet2 she's a Conservatory pupil.
My brother. Mark. said Miss Boyn
Aon s.NffSS SiDrlafrn
A tide Of red surged over Miss Sin
clsir's perfect face as her eye me
Marks "Iourf she exclaimed. with $
horrihed little grasp. the man who
Exactly" responded Mark. ''the maj
who-thought he had hired you 10 play
here to-nigh1-and hadn't-evidently.
Miss Sinclair laughed. "YSa tool
me for Barbara ~urm. didn't yelg
she said. Il EA-sscd as much ~aer
sha t.alS mn, q ean4lau,4n k.aa a..s~a ~ar