Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1908-04-08

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ent something of an object with this
modern Apollo of ours.
Signor Fernelli, the artist, was at
home, a dark, courteous little Italian.
with wife and seven small children.
and very glad he was to receive Mr..
pose, sir?"
Eyes, suppose so. It's dreadfully
expensive" thought Harry, with a
grimace; "but engaged girls must
have their way, of course"
AS he sat waiting for Signor Fer
nelli to bring out some specimens OF
his art, to select the most appropri-
ate size and style, he saw through the
open door a dark silk dress brush by,
and the pure, clear profile of face
that he we'll knew. Barbara Esmond's
face.
'Hello!" calculated our hero. Fer
neili, who the deuce is that young
lady, and how came she here?"
THAT young lady, signor, with the
brown dress, and the beautiful neck,
and the head like the goddess Diana?
Eyes"
ct is the music mistress of Paul
inc Delatour, upstairs; she comes
twice of the week, and sings, my
word, like a nightingale"
who is Pauline Delatour?"
"a poor girl, signor, who sews on
dresses; but one day she will come
out on the stage-she will sing at
the opera"
Harry Hilbrook stared at Signor
F'ernelli like one demented.
(Which size did you say, sir?"
Il don't think I'll make selec-
ton today. 1 will call tomorrow"
And Mr.. Milbrook rushed headlong
downstairs, greatly to the surprise of
Signor Fernelli.
The deuce!" he calculated to him.
self, as he strobe along the narrow
street, with difficulty restraining him.
self from tumbling over the babies
who swarmed on the sidewalk. "a
music mistress? Giving lessons in
such a hole as that Upon my word,
I've come previously near being taken
in and done forl So it's all show
and pretense, that wealth of hers,
and she was going to entrap hus-
band on the strength OF it. My stars
it's enough to make the hair stand
straight up on fellows head. What
lucky thing it was / saw through
the strategem before l was netted
past escape"
He lifted his hat and wiped the
beads of perspiration from his fore
head.
mo, you don't, Miss Barbara Els
mond," he muttered to himself with
a bitter, sarcastic smile unwreathing
his lips. 81 am not quite such a
fool as that, thank goodness"
Barbara Esmond had fiuttered
lightly up the narrow staircase, all
unconscious of the eyes that were
noting her, through Signor Fernelli's
partially opened door, and entered
small room in the story above. A
pale young girl, with a sweet, spir-
ituelle face, sat at her sewing by
the window. She Frightened up as
the delicate figure came in.
Miss Esmond, it is so kind of you
to remember me so punctually."
Not at all kind am a genius
worshiper, Pauline, and / have dis
covered the divine spark in YOU"
How shall l ever pay you, Miss
Esmond?"
by cultivating the talent Heaven
has bestowed upon you. Nay, nay,
Pauline, l am but following out a
pet whim.'
"And the piano, too, that you sent
here Oh, Miss Esmond, one of Heav-
ems angels could hardly be more gen.
erous!"
Hush, hush, Paulinei begin your
Hesson. l never thought, when first
l heard you singing at your work.
and paused to listen to the flute-like
notes, that you would be halfway
through the exercise book in less than
six months. When you sing at the
opera l shall be the first to throw
bouquets at your feet"
Pauline looked with shy brightness
at her benefactor Would that time
ever come?
The lesson was longer than usual
that day Pauline and Miss Esmond
were both deeply interested, and it
was nearly twilight before Barbara
emerged from the house, closely
yelled and walked swiftly through the
daTkening streets
There's a note for you, Miss Bar
bara," said her hossekeeper, as she
went down to rest a minute or two
in the reception-room Of her own
mansion before she laid off her things.
"a note? Let me see it. When
did it Gomez"
about fifteen minutes ago, miss.
A little boy brought II"
Light the gas, please, Mrs. Moore,
and take these wrappings upstairs"
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