The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1903-10-01

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and swept down the stairs.
%, II | knew how to speak French
| would let the little French demon
know she must not stare at me So In.
solently Poor Ninette! | hone her
love for Cecil win not Interfere with
his work, but l am the last person
in the world who ought TO blame her
for loving him"
Careless and free rs are only thu
pleasure-loylng American artists WIN
alternate the study of art with hat az
la Vie In the Eden Of both. Cecil
Thorne and his companions made the
cafes In the Latin quarter Of Paris ring
with their merriment untn n late bonr
when Cecil returned to his lodging In.
toxlcated with the thought of the NOR.
row. lie spent n half hour or so In his
studio, and after making a few final
arrangements started for his attic bed.
room. As he passed the door Of Nj.
nette's apartments he wondered II She
slept. Then, at a sudden recollection
Of his hopes aud all they meant 10 him
nv bAPhf #hAb - NELLY NAiSllE NIu
mounted l~Ight-heartedly to his own
door. His burst OF merriment was The
last straw.
Tomorrow" she thought. Il viii
moi forget that l have helped YOU 10
put warmth and soul into her eyes,
You think you shall find fame io.mor.
row, aud that the fair-halred. cold.
hearted girl VIII help sou TO rejoice.
but you do not know Ninetter"
Sp. lnging from her couch. she felt
for matches. but could mud none. w
matter She said. Il know The easel
wei. Have / not watched him bend.
Ing over 1t as though he loved The
canyas Itself? Dleu' you should haya
exhibited Niuettc.h Noiselessly. vim.
dletiycly. she CROPPED her way along
the dark passage into the studio. MOI
even a mobnbeam to assist her feel
over the cold stone floor. "Ha-the
easelr-she gave Il 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
II again aud again across the picture.
smearing beyond recognition every
corner Of the canvas. There she
said as she threw down the brush and
started TO leave the studio. There.
Mile. yellow Hair-I hate golden hair
al least. should hate It II Cecll had
not golden hair"
The thought Of Ceclts fair hair.
which she had so often covered with
ardent kisses, recalled her to a mo.
ment OF sudden %reproach. What had
she doneg She, who pretended 10 love
Cecil. had destroyed the result OF u
whole h~alf-year's toll and his hope OF
fortune. and perhaps-yes, that selfish
perhaps" swept over her with over.
whelming force, and the little criminal
erept back 10 her chamber. threw her.
self upon her couch, and there remain.
al till her restless slumber was dis.
furbed by the sound CT Cecll's foot
step entering the studio.
She awoke with a start. lie was
walking towards the easel. She dared
lot 20 to him. she would whit til the
FIRST outburst Of bis passion had pass
Ell. For n long lime there was abso.
lutte silence In the studio. At last. un-
able 10 bear the suspense. she timldly
opened the studio door aud looked H..
All trace Of the defiant insolence which
made her so bewitchlng had vanished,
and she paused submlsslyely. awaiting
the Yolley of reproof which she 50
richly deserved. Instead Of this, Cecil
smiled NJ beholding her and advanced
Ia meet her, and she felt half afraid.
All there you are, ma chere. Come
aud see wlut seine yillalnous hand has
done
NO No. answered Ninelte, stllI
Gu -stlJning his sanity. 4 cannot look
upon H. o, Cecff. you have driven me
mad with jealousy
Jealousy, ma ehere? What on earth
are you talking about? DO you not
believe that | love you fondly-deyot=
edIy-
Stop Yon call her dear Cecil.
answer me thls-dp you love the fair
Jnlia who Sits for The Dawn"
Love her-=of course | debut not
a. I love YOU
There, you confess! | will not share
your love with her. | was sorry | dd
II, hut now | am glad-giad! You
would be. famous with her portrait
and she would be glad with YOU. Is
IL not so You dare not deny IT.
why, Ninette. how strangely You
talk! Would she not be an unnatural
woman not to he glad of her brothers
successf"
Brother" almost shrieked Ninette.
Brother? She is your sister. Cecilt'
MY dear child, do you mean TO tell
me YOU have not known that
why have YOU never told me that
heforey'
why, Ninette, | never dreamed that
YOU did not know 1t. Every one else
knows It, aud you have never spoken
of this before"
mo, | could not bear TO speak OF
her, and | heard nothing Of your talk
I do not understand your English
talk. And now-O. Cecil! Cecil thu
plcture-the vlllaInous hand
20, yesl TO be sure; | nearly forgot
the picture with your Wild talk. | say,
Nlnette, what n good thing The
Dawn had been removed from the
easeli"
Ninette burst into a loud laugh.
Removed? Say 1t again. Cecil IL
was removed, and 1t was not her pie
ture thnt - o, what would you
have done?''
Thpu tho naIntar realfzad for the