Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-11-15

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half-apprehensive, in his eyes.
I've got him. he said.
Norah sprang to her feet, and came
behind him, and uttered an exclama-
tion.
He had painted herself as well as
Casper.
He looked up at her face that now
had more roses than milk in it, and in
a low. almost pleading voice. said:
'Are you offended? Pray, pray for
give me. 1t was such a temptation.
If you are angry" And he held the
wet brush over the figure in the PIC
ture as if he were going to daub it
out
mo, do not paint it out l think
the picture looks better with a figure
in it; and no one could tell that it
was l."
mo, no; it is very gracious of you
not to be angry, for it was presumptu.
Gus of me-
Perhaps If Casper and had known
we were being painted we should have
put ourselves into more gracefll
pose.'
"He is wonderfully quiet for SO saw
age a dog"
"But he is not savage-at least, |
am sure he is not 1t is only with per-
sons he does not like
"Then he does not like the gentle
man who left us little while agoe'
he said interrogatively.
NO, suppose not assented
Norah
Would you think me very inqulsi-
tive If asked you who he is?' he
said, gently and respectfully.
His name is Guilford Berton," re-
piled Norah at once, "and he is great
friend of my father's.'
And of yours ?'' he said in low
voice. 81 canot tell you how sorry
am that should have quarreled with
a friend of yours"
HE is not friend of mine;
mean that l scarcely know him. |
saw him for the first time last night
Last night" he said, dreamily.
Yes she said, 'last night She
looked away from him, then toward
him again. Have you been staying
long at Santleigh?"
NO he said, "only very short
time" He took off his soft felt hat.
and pushed the hair from his brow,
and turned his handsome face toward
her with smile. Il ought to give
some account of myself
ooh, it is not necessary she muir
INJURED.
But it is right that you should
know who it is
Norah, listening with downcast eyes,
noticed the sharp pause.
Il haven't card" he went on; "a
poor travelling artist has very little
use for such a social luxury; but my
name is Cyril Burne. | get my living
such as it is, by painting, such as you
see,' and he nodded at the quaint lit
tie inn they call The Chequers. |
think that's alp he laughed quietly,
excepting" and his voice grew grave
and earnest, that | am very grateful
to you for your kind permission to
finish my SKETCH and he inclined his
head with a simple but deeply respect
full gesture of acknowledgment.
1T is very little to be grateful for
she said, with smile that made her
face so perfect. tits l am sure my
father"
AS she spoke Casper raise his head
with q growl, and, thinking that Gull
ford Berton was returning, Norah ran
toward the dog. A moment afterward
a slow step was heard, and the earl
came from between the trees.
His head was bent and his hands
crossed upon his stick, and he did not
see them at once. Then he started,
and looked with his keen gray eyes,
which eventually fixed themselves
upon the handsome face Of the young
artist.
Norah looked neither embarrassed
nor shy, but, going up to him, said,
quietly:
This gentleman is making sketch
of the glade, papa.
Cyril Burne had risen, and now
raised his hat.
The earl raised his with accustomed
courtliness, and the two men looked at
each other; the elder one with yelled
scrutiny, the younger with the frank
respect due to age, but with another
expression which Norah caught, but
did not understand
Il am gratifed that you should
deem our purely sylvan scenery
worthy your attention, sir" saidsthe
earl in his dulcet tones. 1--WE cannot
lay claim to any grandeur, but"
He waived his white hand almost apol-
ogetically toward the beautiful sweep
of woods and fields"
Il ought to ask your pardon for
trespasing, my lord said Cyril Burne,
"and would do SO, but that this lady
has absolved me-"