The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1874-11-14

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dolefully, to herself, the next morning,
as she tried to comb out her tangled
"back- hair, and nearly strangled her
self trying to button up her own boots
i-"but | don't care | won't give up to
her love-sick whims, and | a0iU go to
see Maria Brooks and Herbert Smythe.
Maria's little girl wrote me beautiful
letter last month, and all out of her own
head. her mother said. Let me see
Eudocia her name was. Perhaps I'll
adopt Eudocia.
And Miss Dubarle ordered a carriage
and drove to the mansion OF Mr.. SecOr
| Brooks, on an aristocratic side-street.
"They seem to live very nicely"
thought the rich relation. 9" didn't
know Secor's income justified such style
as this.
into reception room, furnished after
the style of Louis Quinze. His mistress
was out, but would return presently he
explained.
"I'll wait, said Miss Dubarle.
A wizened little girl, with her hair
braided in long Chinese plaits, and red.
chill-looking elbows, was tinkling away
at the piano. She looked round as the
guest entered.
"You are Eudocia, L suppose" said
Miss Dubarle, atfably.
eyes, said the child, I'm Eudocia.
And who are you ?"
81 am Miss DubarIe," said the heiress,
graciously 'sYou have heard your
mamma tell about Miss Dubarle,
haven't you p
ooh, yes" said Eudocia, her small,
| L ,rrb+ h.
old maid that mamma says is SO out
out"
"Out of health %
"No-some very big word
Outrageous" suggested Miss Du
barle, somewhat discounted.
"No-not that-outl0ndiSh And
you're going to die and leave he all
your money, and then we're going to
travel in Europe. But papa says lac
don't see but what you're going to hold
on forever What is ityou are holding
on to, Miss Dubarle?'
"Hem p said Miss Dubarle. $50
your mammals kind enough to consider
me outlandish, is she z"
Mammals going to invite you to
visit us, " went on the unwisely commu-
NEGATIVE Eudocia, ''when tie Fltz- Roy
don't want them to be shocked with
your Noah's ark ways. | had Il Noah's
ark once" added the infant terrible,
with dog in it, and Shem, Ham and
Japhet."
al dare say" said Miss Dubarle,
checking a strong inclination to laugh,
although she felt herself growing pur-
pie in the face with Indignation. Il
won't wait any longer, Eudocia; good
by"
And Miss Dubarle shook the dust of
the Secor Brooks mansion off her feet.
GA pretty hypocrite's nest | should
have got into therei" she said half
aloud, as she entered the vehicle she
had been wise enough to bid wait.
Janet Heath, with all her faults, was
at least frank and truthful enough
Drive to twenty seven Bachelor Square,
coachmanl
Twenty-seven Bachelor Square was a
tall, brown stone building full of studios,
offices, and sets of chambers, and Miss
Dubarle was well-nigh out of breath be
fore she reached door at the very top,
on which card, neatly tackled, bore the
Inscription, Herbert Smythe, Artist.
She beat brisk tattoo on the panels
with the handle of her sun umbrella,
and a voice answered:
"Come in.
But to her amazement, the occupant
of the apartment, instead OF young
ARTIST III Dlack velvet painting robe,
was a grim female, sitting very upright
on Gothic chair, with tattered gloves
and bonnet bent on the side
els Mr.. Smythe in?" asked Miss
Dubarle.
"No," answered the stony female;
"he amt. But if you're wise you'll sit
down, like me, and wait until he docs
come in. L s'pose you've come arter
your bill"
"Have you ?" asked Miss Dubarle,
taking the first part of the hint, by de
posting herself on a sofa
g Yes-for the seventh time He
owes everybody-Smythe does. Tn his
landlady; but you can ask the landlord
and tie wine merchant, and the tailor,
and the halter, and"
"Then," CURLY observed Miss Du-
barle, 81 should think you were all
great fools for trusting him 70
so we be, said the woman, grimly;
''and / amt deuyin' of that; but YOU
see he's kept lis on the string all along
with stories of his rich cousin, Miss Du-
barle, as has made her will III his favor,
and is goin' to leave him no end of
money"
ooh y said Miss Dubarle, rubbing
her nose yehemently with the end of the
sun-umbrella handle
He says" added the unconscious
traitress, ''that she's as old as Mathu-
selah, and can't live but few days any
how; but for one don't believe a word
of it. But you amt agoin', be you?"
Yes" said Miss Dubarle, rising,
-" Please to give him this card when he
comes In, and tell him, if you like, the
little conversation we have had"
And she was nearly down stairs before
the laundress, fitting on pair of silver
bowed spectacles, had read the two
words inscribed upon the card:
" Miss DUBARLE ~
! The helress was verv silent during
her drive back to the hotel. Perhaps
she was engaged in rendering the funer-
al rites to her dear departed delusion
All that she said to herself was con
tanned In one sentence.
&c don't like being made fool of ="
she mentally enumerated, land [ be-
heve I've come very near it,
Janet Heath sat by the fire in tho
next evenings twilight, musing, per