Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1903-01-02
r INETTE'S eyes bespoke an

" woman again." she muttered
half audibly as she. gathered
up the cards impadently. to throw for
the last time which should decide If
she We're right to doubt CeciPs loyalty.
Wearing to learn the worst, yet deter
mined to know the truth at any cost,
Ninette, the dark-eyed artists model,
spread out the fortune telling cards on
the pedestal before her. while she
aw5ited the coming of Cecil Thorne.
master of the studio and of her heart.
'Ah! This is better"-with a smile
of sfaction-"why. here Is good
luck again! Perhaps, after all, Cecil
is true. If l could only understand
their language! But he never speaks
to her in French. Courage, Ninette!
the last card tells your story. Is it a
fair lady or a dark girl who is loved
by Cecil? Dieu"
The fair lady's card" had turned
again, and Ninette burst into a fresh
deluge of tears just as the false Cecil
swung open the studio door, and, with
out observing the crouching figure of
Ninette began to whistle merry air.
"How can you whistle when 1 am
so miserable?" said Ninette between
her sobs.
"Why, bless my soul, Ninette, never
saw your
You have no eyes for me. You
would have seen another If she had
been here"
Another would not have kept so
silent, perhaps-and tears, tool Now
such a turn OF good luck. Listen,
Ninette, and dry your tears. My pic
ture-"
"Of meT
mo, no--the graat one, The Dawn
will be exhibited, Then if luck comes
our way, as is sure to happen, we can
be-you know Thatv'
Cecil drew Ninette to him in afI'cc-
tionate eL0race. too elated with his
own hope Of prosperity to question
further the cause Of tears. Ninette's
doubts vanished somewhat as the ten
der avowals Of love fell from the lips
OF her lover. She could not believe
him quite false, and yet.-why did he
not exhibit her portrait in the Salon?
Could rot "Dawn" have black hair as
well as golden? and surely the fair
lady was not otherwise more beautiful
than she.
Cecil interrupted the unpleasant rev.
erie with. "Ninette, do you know 1
believe my love for you has made me
hot moi nj 10 los
was here this morning and said the
warmth and soul of THE Dawn We're
extraordinary"
The announcement that love for her
had aided him in putting warmth and
soul into the eyes of another woman
was not very comforting to Ninette,
and she dashed out of the studio, and
shut herself in her own little chamber,
which was on the ground floor.
1.-THE little vixen" laughed Cecil. 81
suppose old Gretha gave her bad
breakfast this morning. She did not
seem properly pleased with the possl-
bility Of our being soon-Ah, Julia! 1
am glad you have come. The picture
is nearly finished-and such good news.
De Thales was here this morning. and
was delighted. Why do you look at
the door-are you afraid of ghosts fol-
lowing you imp
mo, Cecil, but do you know I have
a strange feeling of fear sometimes
when see Ninette! She peered Mt me
to-day as l came up the stairs, and her
black eyes looked like those of a
tigress. Cecil, that girl is dangerous!
/ hope she isn't too fond of you: you
know that is easily possible with these
French creatures of impulse
"Oh, that is just like you women"
replied lightly that excellent Judge Of
feminine emotion-"always suspicious
of another woman's love. Well l can
tell you one thing, Julia. Ninettcs love
Is less dangerous than her hate. ai-
though l should not like to trihe with
either. But |, who so thoroughly un-
derstand Ninette, shall take care that
no danger attends her love for me-
Ninette had crept from her chamber
and was listening at the keyhole OF the
studio with hot breath and angry eyes.
Flow tender his voice. Almost the
phly English word that Ninette knew
WAS dear" and she heard him apply
II to Julia-the fair-haircd. She felt
she could burst with jealous passion,
but at this moment she heard familiar
voices on the steps and several com
rades stood before her.
Good morning, Nina" exclaimed
The foremost on beholding the model,
whom all knew TO be favorte with
Cecil, and locking his arm familiarly
IN hers they entered the studio, fol
lowed By the others.
Hello, Thorne-just heard OF your
luck, my boy Give us 4 shake of the
hand, old chap. before you get too high
up in the world TO recognize old
friends. Let's have holiday now in
celebration. Come out of the studio
after tomorrow you will be too grand
for frivolites."
q Julia rose and smiled assent.
do, Cecil, you work much too hard.