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MADELINE's LOVER. a,

- mere She goes aSaiu! sliu MI
CTitfe. e.. .
He stood in the elegant breakfast
room, where birds sang and hot
flowers blossomed. bultoning up his
over-coat, preparat!orysto going to his
Wall street oflice-a tall, handsome
man of six aud twenty. with brown
eyes and curly dark hair
'.Who ?" demanded Ferdinand Gov.
ell, who was still dawdlinS over broil'
cd birds and coffee ut the table.
"Don't you remember my telling
you about the beautiful young sgirl
who passes here every morning? the
onc,with the shining hair, and the
roSc-lcat.. tomplcXion?" -..
at strikes me / do recall some in.
coherent rawlings Of yours upon the
subject. said Mr.. Covcl langnidly.
81 should like to know who she is, ~
sail Constant -Clitte: ailcr.a moment
or two Of, silent reflection, as he me-
ri,anically tltcI bis fingers into q
pair Of lirccy- -...rcd Kid gloves.
CoveH set down his. transparent
china cotfcc-chp. and turned round to
lock his companion full in the face. =
"What for, in The name Of all the
hca,henfteities2" =
.-.s';l,ecaase She is the prctticst girl I
ever saw
Not even excepting Diana AShe?'
':Not even excepting Miss A>hc,"
Clife answered quietly. "piana Nshc
is simply handsome, cNprcssionlcSS
piece of flesh and blood-this young
blonde is spirituelle US well rs bcauli-
full"
"Clifc," cried Covcll, starting from
his chair, "you arc in love"
Il am rot in love! AS if . man
couldn't admire Il lovely object with
out Lcing accused of tic tender pas
sion.'
"But | say yon are in love, never
thclcsS," said Covcll. "Or You will be
ifthc fair incogn,a passes your win-
dow many more times" =. i
That ,uay he X said Clife, laugh
ingly. Come old fellow, it is time
we were starting for the Office"
''Some. sewing. girl, dare say" said
Covcll, :. "If Miss Ashe knew what
was her interest she would hire her
to take. some othes route.
1t was avery small garnet room'
mcanly. carpetcd and lighted from one
1lormer window in the roof, while the
mcasre handful of fire in the CRATE
furnished scarcely an apology for heat
on that keen. frosty February after
noon. when Madtl;,te Warwick sat at
her table, With roses and gilliGowrrs,
and striped c:rnaIion p;nks hcapco
around about her-hriyht, secnticss
limitations Of Nature's darlings for
M;dcliue Warwick was. poor girl,
and made artiE.'iul flowers for her
livelihood.
Poor, but very beautiful. There is
theory: Of compensation in all these
things, and Nature is often most gen
erous in cndowing those to whom
Fortune has bcsn coldcst.. =
She was fair, with a. g!ittcring halo
of golden hair abent her head, and
blue eyes, clear and bright at June
heaven, while her complexion, all
snow and carmine, was like the roses
of cream and crimson on the table
beside her. Constant Cliffe was right
there was an intangible something
about her that was ethereal and saint
like. E....,.s
As she worked .busily away with
deft fingers and intent eyes, shaping
4Ee hlae velvet petals Of gaunt pan
sizes. the door opened and q slenderlit
tle bop Of some. eight or ten years
old ran in, painting and pale.
"Charley + Madeline dropped .hc1
scissors in dismay. sWhat sends 20,
Lone dtthis time Of day? Has any
thing happened? Arc you sick?"
Charley buried hisfacc in his sis
ter's shoulder.
"I amt sick, Maddy; but-but Mr.
Cliffe has turned me away"
"What for?' asked Madeline sooth
ingly. "For no fault of yours, my
boy, surcly?"
"IIe-he says F have stolen his golt
pen, and never, never, touched it.
And here Charley BURST into th
sobs and tears he had hitherto s.
manfnlly y rcprcssed.
':CharIcy," said Madeline, fookin!
him ,.,runStI,, in fhn flcn nvOu hay