Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1904-01-23

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the studio with hot breath and angry
eyes. How tender his voice! Almost
the only English word that Ninette
knew was dear" and she heard him
apply il to Julia-the fair-haired. b
felt she could burst with Jealous pas
sion, but at this moment h heard
familiar voices ON the steps and sew
eral comrades stood before her.
"Good-morning, Nina!' exclaimed
the foremos on beholding the model,
whom all knew to be a favorite with
Cecil, and, locking his arm Familiarity
in hers, they entered the studio, fol
lowed by the others.
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 a holiday now in
celebration. Come out Of the studio
after tomorrow you will be too grand
for frivolities."
Julia arose and smiled assent.
do, Cecil; you work much too
hard. 1t will do you good. Good-morn-
ing, gentlemen; %good-by, Cecil-Ni
nette!" The last was an exclamation,
not a greeting.
Ninette was glaring from her dark
eyes, and Julia inyoluntarily shuddeT-
ed as she lifted her rich silken gown
and swept down the stairs.
80, if 1 knew how to speak French
l would let the little French demon
know she must not stare at me 20 In
solently. Poor Ninette! 1 hope her
love for Cecil will not interfere with
his work, but l am the last person
in the world who ought to blame her
for loving him."
Careless and free as are only the
, pleasure-loving American artists who
alternate the study of art with that of
LA Vie' in the Eden Of both, Cecil
Thorne and his companions made the
cafes in the Latin quarter Of Paris ring
with their merriment until q late hour
when Cecil returned to his lodging, in
toxicated with the thought OF the NOR
row. He spent a half hour or so In his
studio, and after making a few fna
arrangements started for his attic bed
room. As he passed the door of Nj
nette's apartments he wondered if sh'
slept. Then, at a sudden recollection
of his hopes and all they meant to him
y he broke into q merry whistle ant
mounted light-heartedly to his owl
door. His burst of merriment was tn
last straw.
| Tomorrow she thought. 81 will
/ not forget that 1 have helped you t.
put warmth and soul into her eyes
You think you shall find fame to-mor
row, and that the fair-hsired, cold
hearted girl will help you to rejoice
but you do not know Ninettew
- Springing from her couch, she fel
n for matches, but could find none. IN
matter" she said. II know the eass
c. we'll. Have 1 not watched him benz
is ing over 1t as though he loved tn
IN canvas itself1 Dieu! you should hav
IS exhibited Ninette." Noiselcssly, vii
n dictively, she CROPPED her way alon
the dark passage into the studio. NJ
even a moonbeam to assist her fet
be over the cold stone floor. "Ha-tt
n. easel!'-she gave a little cry Of pal
as as her tender foot came in conta'
dy with the sharp edge. Then, Selling
an wet brush, with delicious Joy she DIRE
1t again and again across the pictur
~ smearing beyond recognition ever
corner of the canvas. "There!" 81
ne said as she threw down the brush al
as started to leave the studio. "Ther
18th Mile. Yellow Hair| hate golden ha
ra- at least, 1 should hate it If Cecil b,
not golden hair"
Ter The thought of Cecil's fair ha
which she had so often covered wi
AN ardent kisses, recalled her to a N
ment Of sudden reproach. What b.
she done? She, who pretended to 10
leo Cecil. had destroyed the result Of
Ihu whole h~alf-year's toll and his hope
fortune, and perhaps-yes, that self
perhaps swept over her with ov
Gil. whelming force, and the little crimir
crept back to her chamber, threw h
not self upon her couch, and there rema
ssh ed till her restless slumber was d
turbed by the sound of Cecips TO
Inc step entering the studio.
She awoke with a start. He v
As walking towards the easel. She dal
not go to him; she would wait till
first outburst of his passion had pa
NO ed. For a long time there was ah
lutte silence in the studio. At last.
~ able to bear the suspense, che tim
49, opened the studio door and looked
~ All trace Of the defiant insolence VIII
T made her 80 bewitching had vanish
and she paused submissively, await