The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-07-18

TO nave all his DeauUlIuI
things for her very own, and go and
live with him in his fine large house.
Did [ tell you he wanted her to go and
live with him?' asked COMFY. break
ing off.
"The end, COMFY; did she say she
would?"
why, no." said COMFY, at once
sensibly, and with impatience; that
wouldn't have been ending happy,
would it, when the other n was
good? He was the best fellow In the
world, Madeleine said"
Goodness is not always appreci-
ated."
There was bitterness in my tone,
and Conny lifted the pump in reproof.
Always" she said, when things
end happily
She had no intention of moralizing,
but imagined that she was stating a
fact.
well. Conny?"
well, she thought all this, till she
remembered the other one, and how
fond he was of her, aud how polite he
had always been, though he had not
nearly such beautiful things as the
bad one had, which, of course, pre-
vented him from being as polite as
could have been wished. When she
remembered this, she told the bad one
he might live in his fine house him
self, and keep all his beautiful things"
there Conny got considerably excited;
she spoke with flashing eyes, and
hands that gesticulated, dealing me
blows with her puzzles and pump
"that she didn't want them, and
wouldn't live with him, because she
loved the. good one better than she
had ever, loved him. And so do l."
said COMFY, winding up rather abrupt
ly, and siding with virtue. Isn't it
pretty?" m -
The pull up was so sudden that L
was not prepared with an eulogium.
lHDon't you like it?" asked COMFY,
disappointed at my silence. Its SO
pretty when Madeleine tells it, and
much longer. Think [ spoilt it with
my words" o.
Like it? It's perfectly charming.
l was thinking it over, Con-, dear. |
should so like to hear the other ehd
now li.s.r - Httt
Il always say, IF your not tired"
said Conny, suggesting.
[ repeated the formula, and was in
dulged directly.
1.-THE other end is pretty, but very
sad. When the good one came back,
he found that the beautiful young lady
Madeleine didn't say she was beau
tiful. but / like to think that she was
-had-gone-so-far with-the-
bad-one' (the words came very slow
ly here; Conny was evidently speak
ing from memory)-"that-ther was
no drawing back"
What happened then?" asked;
for the soft voice broke off suddenly.
Il don't know" said Conny, look
ing frightened. Tn afraid she forgot
the good one, and went to live in a
big house among all the fine things,
and that they did not make her happy,
for Madeleine cries scat least she
does sometimes, and sometimes, she
only kisses me, and sings till | go off
to sleep in her arms, such pretty, sad
songsI'
There was no red flashes from the
fire now; the room was fast filling with
shadows.
Isn't that sad?" whispered Con-
ny, clipging to me a little, not liking
the silence, and secretly afraid of the
dark.
Very sad"
ut doesn't do to mind it, though"
she said, trying to combine consola-
ton with sense, because it's only a
story, and not really true, you know.
[ don't suppose there ever was a beau
titul young lady with one bad and one
good; and, you know, there were two
ends, and | mean to believe the happy
one. Won't you?"
Dinner, Jackl" said a beautiful
young lady in a gray silk dress; and /
rose at the sound of her voice.
The dinner was perfection; all my
favorite dishes had been thought of.
Never had [ seen Prior to such advan-
tage. He monopolized Mr.. Flutters,
and rarely approached the silk dress.
Madeleine aud [ had it all to our
selves. And. charming as she always
was, she was more than ever so on this
evening; happy, | suppose, in the con
seriousness of her singular beauty. set
off to so much advantage by the gray
gown, the falling lace of which showed
her white shoulders and pretty round
arms uncovered.
Papa" said Madeleine, when din
ner was half over. taking a rose from
a vase. and fastening it into her belt,
and looking at 1t a moment, isn't
Splutters late"
Splutters was the family only boy,
! so called by a facetious uncle.
rs Master Tom in, JohnY"
Just in, sir" said the butler, grin
ming a little; but he's all over green
paint. He must have Knocked up