Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-12-03
A DUMMY PROPOSAL.

(Which it amt nature said Ambrose
Jessop solemnly. IAN not to be expected
that two doors an a mere common stair.
case can old them two hearts apart much
longer. You're mere child at the game;
it takes a man. Mr.. Jessop tapped him
self solemnly on the breast---"a man,
tell you, to understand the game Of
love. An if you'd lived in my place with
the guy'nor for year on two an 'ad
card i'm sign as i ave, you'd know what
git meant, too. Its bin liberal cduca-
ton"
PITY you don't profit by it, exclaimed
Miss .Tane Tilbury, setting her cap
straight at the glass. Il ate backward
ness
Wen I've seen the guvanor settled an
in is right mind again l may turn my
thoughts to ME own personal 'appiness,"
said Ambrose Jessop. vigorously shaking
up lay figure and setting it in proper
attitude on a chair.
Same ere said Jane Tilbury. "On
the other side of the landing is my mis-
tress, Miss Mary Ryland, thinking there's
yet as for giving i'm a hint no, thank
you. I'm glad, Mr.. Jessop, that you and
me was born in il different station. Nice
| time rs poor girls d have if we couldn't
make known our feeling occasionally
even if TO a block of wood" This last
with a vicious jerk of the head in MIR,
Jessop's direction.
Easy now-easy,' said Mr.. Jessop i'm
ploringiY. ITS the guv'nor I'm thinkin'
about. Ii seems to me that you an me
with our superior knowledge of what you
might call the world-ought to be able to
DO something for my master an your
missis. You can't expect man that
dabs away with brushes on canvas an
makes 'imsoif sticky with paint to know
much about what to do wen in love, can
you"
Neither can YOU expect n young lady
that writes stories ard articles for the
papers to know the proper way to APP
rroach the man that might, under Proyi-
lence, be her intended" exclaimed Miss
Jane Tilbuy. Bah! I've no patience
with men!"
Jane Tilbury hounced out of the door
Of the studio. and across the passage, and
into another door on the opposite side.
Ambrose Jessop shook buster mourn
fully in her direction, and sighed.
Nice girl, that--if she wouldn't bite at
man so,' he soliloguizcd. IF ever the
guv'nor does make up is mind about the
lady over the way ] might do worse than
ave shot at Mornin', sir"
Frank NFebley tossed his hat and coat
on TO chair and strolled moodily across
to the fireplace. He was n tail, we'll built
young fellow, with the dreamy eyes of
the artist; his clothes were neat, but de-
| cidedly wellworn. He set to work in a
desultory fashion, arranging a cloak over
the shoulders of the lay figure and set
| ting a hat rakishly on its head. The
thing already had skirt fixed upon il,
and Frank Weblcy was merely painting
drapery; the face he had already. 1t
was the face of a bright-eyed, dark haired
airl-with little mischief lurking in the
depths of the dark eyes.
Il never shall be able to do Justice to
you muttered Frank, looking at the
pictured face with his head on one sue.
Il can't get all the charm and sweet
bravery into your eyes that I've seen
there SO often myself. But it's not bad, =
he added critically, mot at all bad, con-
siderlng it's done from memory"
There are many rooms and many floors
IN Nalentia buildings, Chelsea and on the
opposite side of the staircase to that on
which Frank Weblcy's rooms were sit
uated the original of the picture was
working away that afternoon. rs If for
dear life, on certain sheets of paper The
rapid pen flew over line after line. and
sheet after sheet was cast aside at a
GREATNESS rate; for you can't live, even
i'll Nalentia buildings, Chelsea. without
money, and the sheets meant money.
Miss Jane 1ilbury, in a somewhat dis
contented frame of mind by reason of the
fact that things seemed to be at stand
still, so far as any possibility of romance
for her or for her mistress was concerned.
came i'll on the pretense of having some
| thing to do in the room.
Rare doings over the wav. miss" said
Jane. as she watched her mistress. poor
Mr. Webley don't seem to be able to set
| tie to anything-not in the way of work. "
''Why, what's The matter, Jane - asked
| Mary Ryland, bending her face closer over
the envelope she was addressing for a
moment. is Mr.. Wcblcy ill.,"
Not what you might call i'll, miss, .
said Jane cautiously. Something troub-
hltS I'M, MI btSSop NetIuS 10 IHink-
| though whether it's anything to do with
what you might call is heart"
Jane, | want you to run and post this
letter for me III once, please" broke in
Mary hurriedly, and Jane ran.
She returned mp the staircase of Valcn.
tia buildings with disappointed face. Ii
certainly was difficult 10 neip people in
this world if they refused to help them
Selves She made up her mind. however.
that her own little affair with Ambrose
Jessop should take a proper course. With
that idea in her mind she listened for a
/ moment or two ut the studio door. and.
hearing no sound within, quietly walked
in.
The studio was empty. Disappointed,
lame looked about her. WONDERING
| whether Jessop was in the diminutiyc
I kitchen attached TO the fiat. The sight
If the lay figure arranged on chair on
the model throne suggested mischieyou4
/ idea 10 her
| Villa ideas OF plots and intrigues were
rushing through her brain. She thnuoht