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From the Cosmopolitan Art Journal

The Stolen Miniature

or what happened by going to court

All was bustle in the house of Jacob [Fitzsimmons]. His ward, the beautiful Louise, was in tears, and old Jacob was mumbling over some pretty hard words for a civilian.

‘May the scoundrel be burnt!’ he exclaimed. ‘This, Louise, is what comes of your having anything to do with these scalawags, whose pallets hav’nt color enough to paint their own sins!’ said the old fellow as he strode up and down the parlor. ‘I had nothing to do with the artist,’ said Louise, ‘except to watch his work closely, and to give especial directions for the restoration of the back-ground of the group.’ ‘Well, well. I know it; but after all, you did talk freely to the rascal—you gave him a chance to talk—you finally showed him the locket, and— and now ‘tis gone; and there is an end of it,’ responded Jacob. Louise said nothing, but gave way to her tears.—‘There, my dear, don’t cry,’ sad the somewhat tender-hearted old man; ‘I shall hunt up the rascal, depend on it, and bring him justice—the rogue, the impudent puppy!’ And… Read More