Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1905-02-02
by distressed. The girl looked up at

og u4'tFeSSeu. ne Slll looked up AT
her with calm, smiling eyes.
'Oh, I'm doing very well, madame.'
Yes, size hasn't cut me once" said
Wilson. Il do not believe you could
! have done ii better Yourself"
. He had swung around to face
Nine Laugeret. and. behind his back,
the gill raised her finger to her lip in
Il gesture of silence.
VERY well, said madame in a voice
| which was not entirely steady, ''as
you please" Then she entered the cur
| tanned alcove, murmuring to herself.
| But if any one should come in just
| now-la, la-what scandal it would
| be-"
But no one did come in, and the girl
worked on while the man told her Of
his struggles to hold property which
| threatened not to pan out, of the hours
of encouragement relieved only by the
companionship of books, and of the
! final success and of his modest hopes
| for the future. you know | do not care
! for II whole heap of money" he said
I'D like to travel bit in Europe, to
| always have the books | wanted to
read, the pictures like best about me
and enough money to keep the one wo-
man in the world cumfy and HAPPY"
"Have you found the right " man
YETI
NO" Then he looked thoughtfully
at her bowed head, crowned with soft
| brown hair. Il have never felt l had
the right to look for her until now.
was never very strong on the love in
| the cottage idea
do you think you will find her here
at Newport?"
"Maybe. But
Then he pulled himself up with a
shake and hurled questions at her.
| Where would the Van Iwillers proba-
bly, take him that day? What must he
| wear at the casino? When did folks
| at Newport have time to sleep? And
she told him everything, from the style
of canvas shoes he had to buy at once
! to the number of courses and the wines
! he would have at the Lanson dinner,
where he would probably go with the
Van Twillers that night. But at last
his hands We're finished. Even the
charmed Wilson could not claim that
the girl was rapid worker.
The girl handed his money to ma
dame, and. taking up her parasol, said
in low voice Il think my hands will
have to go this morning. We are hav-
ing some people to breakfast"
She walked back to the little table,
carrying her parasol behind her in one
hand. Wilson was looking curiously
at his highly polished nails. He had
never visited a manicuring shop be-
fore As she stopped beside him he
plunged his hand in his pocket and
drew out the emblem of western pros
perity-a silver dollar. This is for
yourself" he said as he laid il on the
table. But / can't repay you for all
the good advice you gave me. I'd like
to come back again if | get stuck" he
said, his eyes twinkling.
Il am afraid you would not find me-
| she said. II don't work here every
day." They were moving toward the
| door now.
Are you going back to Mr.. Twill
| ler's nowf'
| He nodded his head.
"Well, so am l, and If you like I'll
| give you a lift
GIVE me a lift?" echoed Wilson.
"Yes, in my dogcart, | am Ida Van
| Twiller."
Gerard Wilson sat down very sud
| denly. and his hand struck the coin.
! He started back as if stung.
Miss Van Twi!ier bent over ana
! picked up the money
/ 81 want to keep this. 1t Is the hrst
! money | have ever earned. You see
! madame Is the best in her line, and
whenever my maid becomes careless
with my hands come TO her-early III
/ the morning Come, we viii De late
! for breakfast"
She keeps 1t on her dressing table
now. a silver dollar, highly polished,
with his initials on one side and hers
! on the other, and, though she once de
clared that Ida Van Twiller was not