The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1903-08-27
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Ninette was glarlng from her dark
eyes, and Julia involuntariiy shudd}r-
ed as she lifted her rich silken gown
and swept down the stairs.
30, IL | knew how to speak French
would let the little French demon
know she must not stare at me so ln-
solently. Poor Nluette! | hope her
love for Cecil will not interfere with
his work, but | am the last person
In the world who ought to blame her
for loving him."
Careless and free as are only the
pleasure-oving American artists who
alternate the study of art with that OF
La Vie" in the Eden of both, Cecil
Thorne and s c0mpani ms made the
cafes In the Latin quarter of Paris ring
with Their merriment unit late hour,
when Cecil returned to his lodging, In
toxlcated with the thought OF the NOR
row. lie spent a half hour or so In his
studio, and after making few final
arrangements started for his attic BID
room. AS he passed the door Of NJ
nette's aprtments he wondered IL she
slept. Then, at II sudden recollection
of his hopes and al. they meant 10 him,
he broke into a merry whistle and
mounted llght-heartedly to his own
docr His burst of merriment was the
last straw
Tomorrow" she thought. 81 will
not forget that have helped you to
put warmth ANA 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 Ninette,"
Springlng from her couch, she felt
for matches, but could find none. mo
matter" she said. Il know the easel
well. Have | not watched him bend
ing over 1t as though he loved the
canvas itself? Dieu! you should have
exhibited Ninette" Nolselessly, vim
dictively, she groped her way along
the dark passage into the studio. Not
even mOonbeam to assist her feet
over the cold stone floor. 'Ha-the
easelr'-she gave little cry Of pain
as her tender foot came in contact
with the sharp edge Then, seizing
wet brush, with delicious joy she drew
1t again and again across the picture,
smearIng beyond recognition every
corner of the canvas. "Therew 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 ii IL Cecil had
not golden hair"
The thought of Cecll's 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-year's toll and his hope of
fortune, and perhaps-yes, that selfish
perhaps" swept over her with over
wheIming 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 Cecll's foot
step entering the studio.
She awoke with a start. He was
walking towards the easel. She dared
not 90 to him; she weuld 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, un-
able TO bear the suspense, she tlmidly
opened the studio door aud looked in
All trace Of the defiant insolence which
made her so bewitehlng had vanished,
and she paused submIssively, awaiting
the vol!ey of reproof which she so
richly deserved. Instead of this, Cecil
smiled at beholdlng her and advanc d
to meet her, and she felt half afraid
"Ah, there you are, ma chere. Come
and see what some vlllainous hand HIS
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-
edly-"
Stop! You call her dear Cecil,
answer me this-do you love the fair
Julia who sits for The DAWN"
Love her-Of course | debut not
as love you"
There, you confess! will not share
your love with her. was sorry | d d
it, but now l am glad-glaJ You
would be famous with her portrait
and she would be glad with you. Is
it not so? You dare not deny lt!'
"Why, Ninette, how strangely you
talk! Would she not be an unnatural
woman not to be glad of her brothers
success?"
"Brotherv almost shrleked Nlnctte.
Brother? She is your sister, Cecil?"
my dear child, do you mean to tell
me you have not known thatT'
why have you never told me that
beforef"
"Why, Nlnette, never dreamed that
you did not know 1t. Every one else
knows It, and you have never spoken
Of this before"
"No, could not bear TO speak Of
her, and | heard nothing OF your talk
Il do not understand your English
talk. And now-O, Cecil! Cecil! the
picture-the villainous hand"
20, yes! to be sure; | nearly forgot
the picture with your Wild talk. say,
Ninette, what good thing The
Dawn had been removed from the
easel"
Ninette burst into a loud laugh.
Removed? Say IT again. Cecil! II
was removed. and 1t was not her pic
ture that l. o, what would you
have done?"
Then the painter realized for the
first time what she had intended TO
do.
you little vlxenr' be said seriously,