The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1905-04-28

pened by her nonchalent greeting. She
smiled softly 10 herself through the
waltz The little" Lucille FELTON, at
Is had at last been avenged. All the
evening he watched her dancing and
chatting with her partners, always gay
and careless. His whole heart went
out to her.
| Just before the last dance he found
an opportunity to speak with her
alone. He was tongue-tied from this
new, strange feeling.
Are your parents well?" he finally
| asked abruptly. A shadow came over
her face. The fan she had trembled
Did you not know? They died touI
years ago."
Forgive mel did not know" he
said.
And the old home" she continued,
| lifting saddened eyes to his, burned
down and all it's contents"
She was more beautiful still with this
sudden sorrow in her eyes.
And you-where is your home?
Il live with my sister, Mrs. Lothrop,
in your home city,"
Then others came up to her and he
was outside the little circle.
But the next day and the many that
followed showed no more of her mo-
mentary softening, and she resumed
her old careless manner toward him.
The season eaded, and they both re-
turned to the city, where he became
of | n
Always was the longing in his heart,
but Lucille did not relax
Her sister chided her one night after
he had left them.
HE loves you, Lucille" she re-
preached
"Oh, 1 don't know" said the girl.
turning away her lustrous eyes. "They
say he has always been sought after
by women. but is never serious"
That's what they say of you.
Lucille" returned Mrs. Lothrop, &C
cusingly.
But Lucille was humming a gay little
French chanson, and made no re-
Spouse.
Paul Willis stood before his easel,
gazing at the unfinished picture-the
picture of fair-haired boy and per-
feet darling OF 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 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 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 reverses
and"
do you know where she got it,"
Yes. She said the man who once
owned the original of the horse in the
picture gave it to her.
Willis secured the prize, and hast
ened to his studio, painting "the pic
ture on the WALL with haste and skill
1t was Lucile's birthday. She was
glancing with half pleasure and half
humor at the array of books, flowers
and confectionery that covered the
library table when a maid brought ner
in note. -.
There is e great, big package just
come" she announced, shall have it
fetched in here?"
Watt" 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 a 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.
con, Lucille! I understand how he
could paint you, but how could he re-
member that picture-the one we all
loved so and we were 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 unpacked 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 beGide
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 1--we
it sol"
"Lucile," he said in low, passionate
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