Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1909-11-10

their shoes if they knew that their
idols charms were being extolled,
even to dead, deaf marble, by the
homeless, hungry, out-at-elbows
sculptor-Louis Felton,"
He took up his chisel again, but
left the hammer where it was. He
could not work; fancy was truant
still, and as he stood looking at his
nymph, with its uncarved face, he
rambled on:
"Penniless? Scarcely that. I nave
an estate! Ha! hail. And he laush.'i
musical, ironical laugh. "An estate OF
phantom acres, with an old house
that would tumble about my ears, so
they tell me, if I called my name
aloud in it. The sole remnant of
great house and an old name. By
Heaven! l am not penniless. l am
Louis FELTON,, Esq, of Hawthorne,
squire of half county which knows
nothing of him and cares less. Oh, /
am great man-if l but knew it
|
from pitiless marble such poor mock
cries of my daydreams that they but
yield me enough bread and water to
sustain this thin and unsubstantial
| body on
He struck himself on the chest as
he spoke and laughed again, and
though it was a trifie sad it was a
pleasant laugh to hear.
| Listening to it one would say:
"That comes from true, kind, and an
honest heart" and this one would de-
clare without seeing the face with it's
deep, tender, hooking eyes and its
soft, kindly mouth.
"That being So" he continued,
what right had you, base Louis Eel
ton, to glow into ecstasy over the
good gifts of a wealthy heiress-we'll
say she is an heiress for arguments
sake, and to make my crime the great
er-what right? Why, every night,
the right that pointed forefnger gives
me; she was pointing at me, I'll be
sworn. What was she saying? Look
at that poor man, how tired, how
seedy and how disreputable he looks
and that pitifully?
mo; when I saw her face there
were fire, righteous Indignation, pas
sionate dignity in it-no PITY Why
did she point? Bah! Let me to work.
Now, nymph, fancy has turned, and is
ready to carve thee a nose, a mouth
and a pair of eyes; but what sort?'
"By Heaven!" he exclaimed, flash
ing up his mallet, thou shalt have
the face of my beautiful lady. Thou
shalt have her eyes, her small lips,
her proud brow, and when thou art
done, l. Louis FELTON,, master of
tumble-down Hawthorne, miserable
sculptor, half starving solitaire, will
point at thee, oh nymph! as thy orig
inal pointed at me? Come, my power
full mallet, now for her hair!"
CHAPTER w,
A Queen of Society.
AS Christmas draws nearer, the JOY
BUSINESS of its presence stretches out
before it, and the society which still
honors London by it's presence and
yet intends keeping Christmas down
at it's courtly mansions makes pre-
liminary squirt and issues tickets for
balls and eight o'clock dinners.
On this night, three weeks before
Christmas, there was a ball at the
Countess of Dovewells, Lord Mar
MONS mother, and a brilliant throng
was crowding the elegant drawing
rooms and spacious salons.
The countess herself was a grand
specimen of the haute Nablesse, tall,
slightly but wonderfully gracefully
built, with clear-cut features and
quick blue eyes.
Lord Marmion, the darling of her
heart, resembled her. He had the
same blue eyes, with an extra touch
of frankness in them, the same clear.
ly cut nose, but not quite SO resolute
a chin.
He was standing beside his mother
helping her in her duties.
Most of the guests had arrived
one not initiated in the mysteries OF
| ballroom space would say that there
was room for no more-but, crowded
as the salon was, all the guests hat
not yet fulfilled their promises, ant
the countess, as waltz was started
, said to her son:
, ernest, l do not see your favorite
Miss Newton
"Nor I. I do not know what makes
them so late" he returned. Mrs
! Newton is generally punctual. Wild
l fang is not here either, and he, beinl
a business man, ought to be punctu
! al. All! here is some one" he add
ed, as the servants were seen clearing
: away from the door, and the next In
/ slant the proud face of Mrs. Newto
appeared above the heads of tn
7 crowd, and in another the beautiful
= one of sweet Stella.
d The countess went forward to NEE