Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1905-05-03

That's what they say Of you,
LUCILLE returned Mrs. Lothrop, &C.
|cusingly. 4.s
But Lucille was humming gay little
French chanson, and made no re-
Spouse. s .s... III
Paul Willis stood before his easel,
gazing at the unfinished picture-the
picture OF fair-haired boy and per-
feet darling OF q little girl, who were
both looking UP at the wall. One OF
his old photographs had served as mis-
model for the lads portrayal. and love
had brought to his memory her child
ish face, but the picture that was to
hang on the wall he could only dimly
recall. The subject and the attitude
of the man on the horse that had SO
stirred his young fancy were in j, his
memory, but not perfectly enough to
transfer to canvas.
: The next day, while rummaging
through the old stock of a picture
dealers he saw a small painting in
antique frame that brought forth an
exclamation of surprise and JOY.
where did you get this?" he cried
"A lady sold it to me-" replied the
dealer. "She had met with reyerses
and"
DO you know where she got it,"
eyes. She said the man who 0acc
owned the original of the horse in the
picture gave it to her"
Willis secured the prize, and hast
ened to his studio, painting 1.-The pic
ture on the wall' with haste and skill.
1t was Lucile's birthday. She was
glancing with a half pleasure and half
humor at the array of books, flowers
and confectionery that covered the
library table when maid brought her
in note.
"There is great, big package just
come" she announced, shall have it
fetched in hcre?"
"Wait!" and Lucille opened the en-
velope and scanned the note.
''Oh, Ethel" she cried to her sister.
paul Willis has sent me a picture
| one he painted! Yes Ito the maid)
have them bring it in here and opened
| here"
She was not little excited and curl
| Gus. Paul was attracting notice in the
| world of art and to possess one of his
pictures was privilege. What would
the subject be?
When the final wrappings were re-
moved, she stood before it silent and
| memory-moved.
Her sister gave little cry of pleas
| ure.
"Oh, Lucille! understand how he
could paint you, but how could he re-
member that picture-the one we all
loved so and we We're so provoked when
papa gave it away. Why, Paul was a
mere child when he saw it,"
The maid now brought in a second
package, a small picture, with explain
! atory note
Lucille unpacl1ed the portrait-the
one thing left to her from her cid
home.
Later, when Paul Willis called. he
found her still standing before the pic
ture he had painted. He stood beside
her as they had stood in their child
hood, only now she was gazing intent
ly at the picture, while his eyes were
| upon her.
She began to fear lest he should hear
her heart-beats.
Paul" she said TREMENDOUSLY, 81 l5ve
it sol"
"Lucile!" he said in low, passionate
tones, Lucille, love me, too, can't you?
I have loved you so long!"
paul." very softly, Il have loved
you since the night at the ball.
"Lucile!"
lie gathered her in his arms.
"But you were so cold-so Indifferent
always, Lucile!" he said presently.
| "How could you hurt me SOP"
II was afraid" she murmured. that
you did not really care. l hoped you
did, and then remembered your tone
once when you said: And this must
be little Lucille Felton, His laugh
was good to hear.
And the children so long separated
were again united.-N. O. Times Dem
ocrat.