Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-04-05
CHAPTER I.


builder or some other equally high
flown individual had called Paradise
Terrace, sat young girl. 1t was an
evening in June, and the sun, sinking
behind the distant chimney-pots, lit
up the room, and showed plainly that
1t was small and also shabby. Every
body knows the kind of room which
you may obtain, furnished" in such
places as Paradise Terrace, Camden
Town--the square OF gaudy though
faded felt carpet; the hideous wall
paper, with its confusing and heal
ache-producing patterns and colors;
the atrocious German Autographs, that
the landlady so fondly admires and
greatly values as ''pioers;" the cheap
and shining furniture; the rickety
armchair, with the "stuffing" pesping
out Of the rents in the American cloth,
which tries to palm itself off for
leather; the shaky table, with the glar
ing red cover; and the looking.glass,
which is warranted to transform the
most perfect face into a hileous carl
cature.
There they all were, and, in addi
ton, cheap tin-kettle piona; and in
the midst of them was this girl can't
describe her; If say that she had an
oval face, it gives you no idea OF its
wonderful expressiveness, which Is
indeed the greatest charm or wo.
mans or a mans face; n I say that
she had dark eyes. you cannot
realize the glorious depth and purity
of them; IL | say that she had dark
hair, ten to one you will at once pic
ture the usual thick, dull-colored kind
which this girls was not, being In fact
as soft as silk, and as glossy; and If
| say that she had a good figure.
shall not have made you understand
how indescribabe a grace accom-
panied her every movement. and how
the turn of her xquisitely-shaped
throat would have set a sculptor
frantic to fix II in marble
There are natures noblewomen as
well as noblemen. You pass a girl in
the street. as you look at her calm. re-
poseful eyes, and note the easy grace
of her bearing. and say at once; "Thut
girl has good blood In her; 1t may
have been long way back, but her
ancestors were mobiles in the land
twas just this look that Leola Dale
had, and nothing could rob her of 1t.
She sat for some time quite motion.
less. her pale face looking all the
paler for the dark eyes, as they fixed
themselves In sad and earnest media.
ton upon the gaudy paper.
| don't like to write it--but-but
truth is truth. she looked, she was
hungry! Presently she put her hand,
half-fearfully. into her pocket and
drew out, slowly, and with culver of
the lips, small coin: 1t was a penny.
She looked at this for minute, with
a smile that was thousand times
more piteous than tears, and she was
still looking at II when some one
Knocked at the door. and. scarcely
waiting for permission. turned the
handle ard entered
She was middle-aged woman,
/, whose face would have been good
natured, but for the hardened look of
worry and trouble.
Leola Dale looked up as the woman
entered. and half rose, then sank
down again. and clasped her hands
Good evening, Mrs. Tibbett," she
said, in low voice that was very
sweet, and would have been round and
full but for It's faintness.
"Good.evenin', Miss" said the wo-
man, plucking at her apron nervously,
and cycling the pale face with troubled
eagerness. Il just looked up, Miss
Dale. hearin' you come in, about the
rent"
The girls face flushed for a mo.
ment, then grew all the paler for the
invented color.
THE rent?" she repeated mechani-
cally.
!, The woman nodded. and stared
nervously at the window.
Eyes, Miss, you promised should
have II today--didnt your"
Il did," came the answer, family,
sadly.
And I've been depending on it,"
continued the woman.
II am very sorry" said the girl. her
hands tightening in their clasp Il
cannot pay It."
oh! don't say that, Miss pleaded
the woman, despairingly Don't say
that, I've been depending on 1t to pay
my own, and | must pay II tonight. or
l shall be turned outline and the
poor children. Oh, Miss Dale, you'll
think of the poor children, you as Is
SO fond OF them, and who they're so
fond of. It's a hard landlord we've
got, and he's waited now longer than
he's ever waited before. At least,
Miss. you'll give me something?"
The girl looked at the worried, tear.
full face, with the expression which
would again have set any artist at de.
fiance.
Then she opened her hama in which