The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1903-01-30

n hers they entered the stuui9r lOl-
owed ljy the others, ,
'Halla. Thorne-iust heard OF your -
uck. my boy! Give us a shake'of the
hand. cold chap, before you get TOO high
up 10 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 4,
for frivolities"
.,Bilia rose and smiled assent.
ado, Cecil yOu work much too hard.
1T will do you good. Good morning,
gentlemen; gG0d-by, Cecil-Ninette"
Uhe last was IAN exclamation, not a
greeting.
Ninette waB glaring from her dark
eyes, and Julia lnvoluntarily shuddered
as she lifted 3her rich silken gown ana
sswept down abe stairs.
"Oh, if knew how to speak French
/ / would let that little French demon
know she must not stare at me so IN
solently. POOR Nin2tte! l hope her |
love for Cecil will not interfere with
his work, hut l am the last person IN
the world who ought to blame her for
loving him"
Careless and free as are only the
pleasure loving English artists who al
ternate the study of art with that of
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 until late
hour. when Cecil returned to his lodg-
ing, intoxicated with the thought of
the morrow. He spent a half hour or
so in his studio, and after making
few final arrangements started for his
attic bedroom. AS he passed the door
of Ninette's apartments he wondered
, if she slept. Then at a sudden reeol-
$ lection Of his hopes, and all they meant
4 to him, he broke into a merry whistle,
and mounted light-heartedly to his own
: door. His burst of merriment was the
S last straw.
II Tomorrow" she thought, 81 will
S not forget that I have helped you to
l. put warmth and soul into her eyes
IS You think you shall find fame to-mor
e row, ana that the fair-haired, cold
.e hearted English girl will help you t.
/? rejoice; but you do not know Ninette'
IS Springing from her couch she felt TO,
ir matches, bat could find none. "N'
I'll natter she said, Il know the ease
well. Have'I not watched him bend
V ing over it as though he loved tn
I canvas itself? Dieu! you should hav
ne exhibited Ninette" Noiselessly, viz
es dictiveIy, she CROPPED her way along tn
he dark passage into the studio. Not eve
re a moonbeam to assist her feet owe
the cold stone floor. 'Ha-pYs easel!
er she gave a little cry of pain as he
nd tender foot came in contact with tn
an sharp edge. Then, Selling a wet Brusl
te, with deliri0us joy she drew it agai
nd and again across the picture, smea
er. ing beyond recognition every corner {
the canvas. "There" she said, as 81
81 threw down the brush and started
,ad leave the studio There! Mademoi
not ellie Yellow Hair-I hate golden hair
,si- at least, l should hate it if Cecil hI
! I not golden hair
IRE The thought of Cecirs fair ha
VS.! which she had so often covered wi
md ardent kisses, recalled her to a nome
at of sudden Teproach What had S
fol- done? She who pretended to 10
Cecil had destroyed the result of
ave whole hale years toll and his hope
nqs fortune, and perhaps-yes, that self
me perhaps" swept over her with oy
her whelming force, and the little crimiI
: crept back to her chamber, threw h
,us! self upon her couch and there
YOU manned till her restless slumber "
lese disturbed by the sound of Cecifs 70
steps entering the studio.
en- She awOke with a start. He v
. of walking toward the easel. She da'
ions not 90 TO him; she would wait till
can first outburst of his passion had pass
love For a long time there was absol
al silence in the studio. At last. una
with longer to bear the suspense. she t
I'M idly opened the studio door and loo
that in. All trace of the defiant insOle
9 which made her so bewitching
nber vanished and she paused submissiv
the awaiting the volley Of reproof wi
eyes. she felt she so richly deserved
the stead OF this, Cecil smiled at behold
NEW her and advanced to meet her, and
.pply felt half afraid
felt "Ah. there you are, ma cherle. @
sion. and see what some yillainous hand
ALTAR done"
COM mo, no. answered Nlnette'
questioning his sanity. Il cannot
lined upon it. Oh Cecil, you have dr.
lodel. me mad with jealousy. --,-