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North stood by, looking at her with his deep, earnest eyes, as if searching her character in all its shallow depths. Elizabeth felt bitterly indignant, and exclaimed "Elsie, my cousin has come to wish us good-bye, if you can spare him a moment." "So you are really going?" called Elsie. "You oughtn't to run away so. It's so unkind of you." Tom lifted his eyes mournfully to her face.
Elsie, whose tears were dispelled by the doctor's amusing summary of the Canoe Indians' theological views, was listening to the conversation, so the captain did not carry it further, contenting himself with the remark: "That will be useful, if we are compelled to go ashore. You will have some acquaintance with the ways of our hosts."
Now poor Elsie was as heart-whole as a girl could be, but her manner of refusing made him think of a number of little signs which looked as if she were the victim of a hopeless attachment. Her sadness, her poetry, her little sighs, her diffidence, her pining away, were all due to the shameful conduct of one who in happier days had sought her hand, and had deserted her when fortune changed.
Among her portraits of well-known women are those of Jane Hading, Elsie de Wolfe, Bessie Abbott of the Opera, Rachel Boyer of the Theatre Français, Marguerite Durand, Editeur de la Fronde, Mlle. Richepin, and many others. Mme. Marlef has the power of keen observation, so necessary to a painter of portraits.
"Yes, mother," said little Joe; "and I can whittle my stick going along. I'm afraid Bill Sykes will get his arrows made first; and if I ain't but eight years old, he shan't beat me at anything." So Joe perched his cap on the top of his head, and started off through the woods, with his jack-knife for company. "Aunt Elsie" was a widow, who lived just half a mile from Joe's mother's.
Sometimes I think she is a little out of her head. Her father, I believe, is sensible enough; what sort of a woman was her mother, Doctor? I suppose, of course, you remember all about her?" "Yes, I knew her mother. She was a very lovely young woman." The Doctor put his hand to his forehead and drew a long breath. "What is there you notice out of the way about Elsie Venner?"
It was perfectly true; the box was as empty as Mother Hubbard's famous cupboard. "What a sell!" cried Guy, and burst out laughing. The disappointment was almost too much for Elsie; the tears came into her eyes, and her lips trembled. "Cheer up, little woman!" said her father kindly. "It might have been worse.
It was too much to keep guessing what was the meaning of all this. Helen determined to ask Old Sophy some questions which might probably throw light upon her doubts. She took the opportunity one evening when Elsie was lying asleep and they were both sitting at some distance from her bed.
Meantime, three weeks had passed since Elsie had written to ask her lawyer for the five hundred dollars, and she began to feel troubled. Of course, she had to allow for letter and answer going through Elsie Moss's hands, but three weeks should have covered that. She watched the mails anxiously.
That moment a pair of strong hands caught hold of mine, and the next I found myself being hoisted on somebody's back, by a succession of heaves and pitches, which did not cease until I was firmly seated. Then a voice said "I'm his horse again, Elsie, and I'll carry him home this very night."
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