Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1903-09-02


hand, old chap, before you get too
high up in the world to recognize old
friends. Let's have a holiday now in
celebration. Come out of the studio
after tomorrow you will be too grand
for frivolities."
Julia arose and smiled assent.
"Do, Cecil; you work much too
hard 1t will do you good. Good-morn-
ing, gentlemen; good-by, Cecil-Ni-
nette" The last was an exclamation,
not greeting.
Ninette was glazing from her dark
eyes, and Julia involuntarily shudder-
ed as she lifted her rich silken gown
and swept down the stairs.
80, If I knew how to speak French
I would let the little French demon
know she must not stare at me SO in
solently. Poor Ninette! l hope her
love for Cecil will not interfere with
his work, but I am the last person
in the world who ought to blame her
for loving him."
Careless and free as are only the
pleasure-loving American artists who
alternate the study of art with that of
LA WEI in the Eden Of both, Cecil
Thorne and his companions made the
cafes in the Latin quarter of Paris ring
with their merriment until late hour,
when Cecil returned to his lodging, in
toxicated with the thought Of the NOR
row. He spent half hour or so in his
studio, and after making few final
arrangements started for his attic bed
room. AS he passed the door Of Nj
| nette's apartments he wondered if she
slept. Then, at a sudden recollection
Of his hopes and all they meant to him,
| he broke into a merry whistle and
mounted light-heartedly to his own
door. His burst of merriment was the
last straw.
Tomorrow" she thought. II will
not forget that 1 have helped you to
put warmth and soul into her eyes
You think you shall find fame to-mor-
row, and that the fair-haired, cold
hearted girl will help you to rejoice;
but you do not know Ninettew
Springing from her couch, she felt
for matches, but could find none. "No
matter" she said. II know the easel
we'll Have I not watched him bend
ing over 1t as though he loved the
canvas itself? Dieu! you should have
exhibited Ninette." Noiselessly, vim
dictively, she CROPPED her way along
the dark passage into the studio. Not
even a moonbeam to assist her feet
over the cold stone floor. Hattie
easelv'-she gave a little cry Of pain
as her tender foot came in contact
with the sharp edge. Then, Selling a
wet brush, with delicious joy she drew
it again and again across the picture,
smearing beyond recognition every
corner Of the canvas. "Therev' she
said as she threw down the brush and
started to leave the studio. 'There!
Mile. Yellow Hair-I hate golden hair
at least, should hate it if Cecil had
not golden hair"
The thought of Cecips fair hair,
which she had SO often covered with
ardent kisses, recalled her to a mo-
ment Of sudden reproach. What had
she done? She, who pretended to love
Cecil, had destroyed the result of
whole half-years toll and his hope of
fortune, and perhaps-yes, that selfish
perhaps swept over her with over
whelming force, and the little criminal
crept back to her chamber, threw her
self upon her couch, and there, remain
ed till her restless slumber was dis
turbed by the sound Of Cecil's foot
step entering the studio.
She awoke with a start. He was
not go to him; she would wait till the
first outburst of his passion had pass
ed For a long time there was abso-
lutte silence in the studio. At last, I'M
able to bear the suspense, she timidly
opened the studio door and looked in.
All trace Of the defiant insolence which
made her so bewitching had vanished,
and she paused submissively, awaiting
the volley Of reproof which she so
richly deserved. Instead Of this, Cecil
smiled at beholding her and advanced
to meet her, and she felt half afraid.
"Ah, there you are, ma chere. Come
and see what some villainous hand has
| DONE"
mo, no." answered Ninette, still
questioning his sanity. Il cannot look
upon it. O, Cecil, you have driven me
mad with jealousy!'
Jealousy, ma chere? What on earth
are you talking about? Do you not
believe that love you fondly-devot
eddy
"Stop! You call her dear Cecil,
answer me this-do you love the fair
Julia who sits for The DAWN"
Love her-of course I debut not
as I love you"
There, you confess! will not share
your love with her. I was sorry l did
1t, but now I am glad-glad! You
would be famous with her portrait
and she would be glad with you. Is
it not so? You dare not deny it!'
"Why Ninette how strangely YOU