The L'Anse sentinel., 1922-12-30
CARO-, MINE
BY MILDRED WHITE
e@. isss. western Newspaper Union,

Both the great olu muse anu lhe ar
cestral portraits had been thrust
upon her. While one may not refuse
such generous legacy the remodeling
would, she was sure, entail much
thought and care. Hence, she called
upon this fall day, the towns best
architect to advise her, and 1t was he
whom she led down the hall.
She had sent, in her loneliness, for
Aunt Felice to come and make resi-
dence with her. Aunt Felice, she
knew, felt that the estate should right
fully have belonged to her..
Estate and fortune, 1t happened,
went together; so Carolyn took up res
idence in the wandering stone house
In it's great gardens.
James Bryan appeared much inter
ested In the old portraits on the pam
eled wall. He paused before a beau
tiful painting of lovely girl of by
gone day. Then, more deeply inter-
ested, he bent closer.
"Why," the architect exclaimed,
"this painting is exceptionally good.
A relative Of yours, Of course, Miss
Fairfield"
.'Caro, Nine" She repeated 1t soft
ly. "Yes, the portrait Is that Of my
great aunt Carolyn, for whom l am
named. am told that 1t was my child
ish resemblance of my mothers aunt,
which was responsible for the nam
Ing"
1T Is true" he said slowly. "The
resemblance Is remarkable.
He stood back musingly regarding.
"If you wore trailing dark gown,
Miss Fairfield, instead of your mod
ern short skirt, we might place you In
the frame and deceive the artist him.
self"
poor. artist" Carolyn sighed. HE
was long ago killed In the war. Many
times have heard the story OF his ro-
mantle love for great aunt Carolyn; II
Is as fanciful as 1t is sad"
The young architect fingered; he had
tried to devise some plan of prolong-
ing his visit with this charming young
woman and grasped the opportunity.
"Will you tell me the storyT' he
begged. II am most Interested"
Carolyn drew forth chair. First"
she said, I'VE will have tea, In quite
the old fashion, here in the hall. You
have g chilly drive before YOU"
SNOW" she smiled, '.for the story.
Poor little great aunt Carolyn In the
biggest house Of Byron, was, In days
past, as great a parsonage as prin-
cess, to Byron inhabitants. Grand
mother has told me, with tears in her
voice, how Carolyn disgraced conven-
ton and her foollshly proud family as
well, by making acquaintance with a
'commoner.' And not only did my
dominated young aunt make acquaine-
ance, but fell In love with humble
Irish lad. His name?-I have forgot
ten 1t.
Through her girlish school days the
Irish lover adored the fine young lady
from afar. Carolyn met him, 1t seemed,
when one summer day she walked
through her fathers grounds and saw
there good looking young lad paint
Ing picture. Stopping to admire this
picture of woodland scenery, she came
to know her Jimmy Their secret
love-making had grown into the seri-
BUSINESS Of an engagement, when her
irate father discovered 1t, and under
| threat Of disowning his venturesome
daughter, forbade Jimmy to see or
speak, or even write one word Of al
fection to Carolyn. What could the
unhappy lad do but obeyf Gould he
| cost the one he loved above all others
her home and fortune and family? In
deep remorse for his presumption he
begged her forgiveness and went away.
| Carolyn knew not where. His ambi-
ton, she knew, had been to become an
| artist. But he had no money to study.
| "A shiftless dauber,' her father had
| contemptuously called the Irish lad.
can fancy poor Carolyn wandering dis
consulate through these very halls. for
her lover never came back. War at
that time claimed peoples thought.
And one day Carolyn read among the
dead Of the battlefield his name.
1T was his kind-hearted mother who
sent this painting over which Jimmy
had so lovingly and skillfully labored
| from her shabby house near the sta
tion to the big house on the hill And
beneath his faithful memory portrait
| of his love the Irish lover had written
his assurance Of loyalty Caro-, Nine
he inscribed 1t. Caro- was his lovers
name for her."
The listener came to stand at the
story teller's side. a." he said abrupt
ly, lam also an Irish Jimmy Bryan. II
was my untaught uncle, years ago, who
painted. with the inspiration Of love
this portrait. And az you talked
have been wondering. Miss Fairfield, Il
standards have changed much after
all, where money is in the question
and the woman possesses, while the
man has but his love to offer. silence
II seems to ma. would still be the toll
Of the presumptuoIs lover, even as In
my uncle Bryan's day"
| So II came to happen, AZ months
passed, that this second Carolyn
grieved that the man she had learned
TO love would not, In his humble pride
confess his love 70 hor--until one day