Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-10-01

selnbiance to Sarah. whose skin had cor
talnly been more ruddy than David Sor-
tam flad painted it. In Miss Lindsav's
| work. too, there was a certain boldness of
eatlleht which the other lacked. a more
distinctly defined outline In the one
case yon had undoubtedly a representa-
tion OF an ordinary child: in the other
something more elusive and sDiritueiIe
certainly extraordinary.
IT : a lovely picture murmured Mrs
Naghorn. Quite lovely, / call it,
Bnt do you-do you think it's as nice
/ as the old One?"
Why. it's ever so much cleaner and
nicer was the answer. But then, of
The question is" said Miss Lindsay.
! whether YOU would as soon have my
/ portrait as David SOrtains.''
At tins suggestion Mrs Waghorn be-
gan to look doubtful While the new pic
/ ture strongly appealed to her. there re-
manned the important fact that she had
grown old Iii the company of its predcces-
sof. sun, when it was pointed out that
/ she might keep the recently painted pic
ture. with all its brilliant freshness, and
! YET secure enough money to end her days
luXurously in the cottage Mrs. Waghorn
began 70 WAIVER, and before Miss Lindsay
/ departed the result of her labors had been.
| hung securely above the mantelsheIf Al
Z
| regretful when she saw the portrait in it's
! maple frame being wrapped in brown pa
| per- she felt, on the whole almost salts.
| ned with the exchange, and when Miss
Lindsay offered the loan of a sovereign
! the last doubt was removed
You understand" said the visitor.
TINS is loan, and when you receive your
money | shall expect TO he repaid."
She had not left the cottage. with the
David S0rtaln under her arm, more than
! twenty minutes, when Il fly stopped at
the door and an important looking man of
middle age. wearing a gray frock coat
ana tall white hat, tapped with his UNI
/ brela.
4 understand he began. when Mrs.
Waghorn. appeared, that you have a pic
Il won't sell it." was the prompt re-
ply. It's my Sarah's."
I Yes. yes, my good woman" said the
man; II quite understand But | hope
you VIII allow me to look at it." As she
stu seemed unwilling, he put a form in
her hand, whereupon Mrs. Waghorn
stepped back. allowing him to enter the
! cottage Now, where is the picture?'
ne demanded. putting on pair of eve
glasses, and staring straight Mt Miss Lind
| says work.
That's Sarah's portrait" exclaimed
Mrs. Waghorn, not without trace of
]
THAT. Bless my SOUL he calculated,
i'll profound disgust
Its as like Sarah as two meas" said
! Mrs. WaghOn.
All, yes; thank you, | am much
obuSed. was the answer, and. as he re-
entered the fly he took off his hat. wiped
ms forehead, and began TO mutter. "0dd
that one can never put the slightest
trust In those newspaper fellows Half
! Al.
In the meantime. Miss Lindsay. look
ing more self-satisfed than She had ever
looked before, stood in Mr.. Ruston's pri-
vate office, holding the David Sortain.
Il must say" cried the auctioneer.
that you have displayed the most re-
mark tact in dealing with the old soul"
IT is not question of tact" said Miss
Lindsay. You understand that | kaye
painted Mrs. Waghom a copy which She
very much prefers to the original. She
IS perfectly contented and. is | do not
wish to 90 to London at present
thought perhaps you would undertake
the disposal of her old picture
Mr.. huston had no objection whatso-
ever and, indeed, the sale could not have
Deen left to anyone more competent,
Having gained his end and succeeded in
ayertlng grave public scandal. he could
afford to be magnanimous; so he took the
tram to London, where he agreed to
leave the picture on approval for week
with one of the most renowned dealers.
Before the time had expired. Mr.. Rus
ton paid another visit to the cottace.
where Mrs. Waghorn received him some,
what antagOnistically.
=. We'll" he began, ''and how do you
Ike your new work of art 2"
L won't sell Sarahs portrait" she
answered doggcdly.
Il promise that no one shall ever
trouble, you by suggesting such thing
again.
THANK You kindly" cried Mrs. Wag
horn. I'm sure ali / wants to be let
alone"
STILL" he urged you must come with
me TO The bank-you see I've brought a
fly for yon. The David Sortain has been
sod-E900"
Nine hundred pounds.'' she gasped.
and huston feared she would faint.
Come. come; you must pull yourself
together" he insisted. Il am awaiting
to take YOU to the bank and whenever
you want any money all You will have to
do is to draw Il check The 5000 viii
last longer than You. Now" he added,
"he quick and put on your bonnet and
shawl"
When she had sufficiently recovered
her Self-possesSion, she retired 10 the in
ner room to do as Mr.. Rus1on suggested.
but ut the latest moment some of her
previous distrust returned so that She
insisted that he should leave the cottage
first, while she carefully locked the door
behind her.
The folks stared to see the old woman
driven along the high street by the auc-
tioneer's side and he even offered the
very necessary support of his arm as she
entered the bank, and. subsequently. the
managers room, where, with consider
able difficulty, she signed her name in a
large ledger
The manager gave her a book contain
ing twenty-five checks, one of which Mr..
Ruston at once filled in for t., so that
she might begin to realize 10 some DEGREE
her newly acquired riches. Altogether,
it was a great day for Mrs Waghorn,
but alone in the cottage that evening. the
complete understanding of the series of
occurrences remained entirely beyond her
capacity.
She need no longer dread the work