Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-07-04

ond was listening at the keyhole Of
the studio with hot breath and angry
eyes. How tender his voice. Almost
the only English word that Ninette
hnew was dear" and she heard him
apply it TO .Tulia-the fair-haired. SIZE
felt she could burst with jealous pas
sion. but at this moment she heard
familiar voices on the steps and sew
eral comrades stood before her
Good morning, Nina exclaimed the
foremost on beholding the model whom
all knew to be a favorite with Cecil, and
locking his arm famiharly in hers they
entered the studio, followed by the 9TH
ers.
Hello, Thorne-just heard of your
luck, my boy! Give us a shake of the
hand, old chap, before you get too high
up in the world to recognize old friends
Let's have holiday row in celebration.
Come out of the studio-after tomorrow
You will be too grand for frivolities."
Julia rose and smiled assent.
DO, Cecil, you work much too hard.
Il will do you good Good morning, gem
tlemen; goodbye, Cecil-Ninetter' The
last was an exclamation, not Il greeting.
Ninette was glaring from her dark
eyes, and Julia involuntarily shuddered
/ as she lifted her rich silken gown and
swept down the stairs.
oh, if knew how TO speak French
| would let that little French demon
solently. Poor Ninette! / hope her love
for Cecil will not interfere with his work.
but l am the last person in THE worries
who ought to blame her for loving him.
Careless and free as are only the pleas
ure loving English artists who alter
nate the study of art with that of la
We IL the Eden of both. Cecil Thornc
and his companions made the cafes Of
the Latin quarter of Paris ring with
their merrment until q late hour. when
Cecl! returned to mis- lodging, intoxicated
with the thought of the morrow. He
spent half hour or so in his studio and
after making a few final arrangements
started for his attic bedroom. AS he
passed the door of Ninette's apartments
he wondered il she slept. Then. at a
sudden recollection of his hopes, and all
they meant to him, be broke into
merry whistle ana mounted lighthearted-
ly 10 his own door. His burst Of merr.-
ment was the last straw.
Tomorrow she thought. u viii not
forget that l have helped you to put
warmth and soGl into her eyesI You
think you shall lind fame tomorrow. and
that the tair-haired, cold-hearted English
elri WIZ hep you % rejoice; but yea do
not know Ninette"
Springng from her couch She felt for
matches, but could find none. "No mat
ter, she said. Il know fhe easel wei.
Have | not watched him bending over
u as though he loved the canvas itself?
Dleu. you should have exhibited
Ninctte.' NoiSelesSly vindctively. She
groped her way along the dark passage
into the studio. Not even a moonbeam
TO assist her feet over the cold stone
floor, ''Ha-the easelw she gave a little
cry Of pain as her tender foot came in
contact with the sharp edge Then. seiZ-
ing wet brush, with delirious joy She
drew it again and again across the pic-
ture, Smearng beyond recognition every
corner OF the canvas. There" she
sad. as she threw down the brush and
started 10 leave the studio. There!
Mademoiselie Yellow Hair--I hate golden
har-at least. ] should hate il if Cecil
mad NOT golden hair"
The thought Of CecirS fair hair which
she had 80 often covered with ardent
kisses. recalled her - a moment of sud.
den reproach. What had she done? She
who pretended to love Cecil had DESTROYED
The result Of whole half years toll and
ms hope Of fortune, and perhaps-yes,
that selfish perhaps" swept over her
with overwhelming force, and the littl.
criminal Grey: back to hey chamber.
threw herself ppOn her couch. and there
remained till her restless slumber wa
disturbed by the sound Of CecirS foot
steps entering the studio.
She awokt with start. He was walk
ing toward he easel. Sne dared no: 90
to him: sAe would wait uIl the first out
burst Of MS passion had passed. For a
long time there was absolute silence in
the studio. Al last unable to longer bear
the suspense she timiGly opened the stu
do doer and looked ia. An trace of the
defiant iuSo!eu9e which made her 20 be-
witchinS had vanished, and she paused
sublniSSively. awaiting the vc"cy Of re-
proof which She felt she So richly de-
served. Instead of this, Cecil smiled at
bcaQlamg iicl and ~u,2nced 10 meet her,
and sine felt half afraid.
All, there you are, ma cherit. Come
and see what some Villaln0us hand has
done"
mo. no." answered Niuette. still cues.
tioniug his sanity. Il cauuot look upon
it. Oh. ,Cecil.. you have driven me mad
with jealousy"
"Jealousy, ma cherie? What OF earth
are you talking aboutE DO you net be-
lievc that l hove you fondly--devoted
ly---"
stop, you called her dear. Cecil. an
Swer me this-do you love the fair Julia
wine sits for The DAWN"
Love her-of course ! debut not as
! love yuu.
"There. yuu confess, I will not share
your love with ]er. ! was sorry did it.
hut now ! am glad-elad, You would
! " famous with her portrait auf she
would bo glad with vou. is il not 60 -
SOW dare not deny it,"
why, Niuette how strangely yen talk