Connecticut western news., 1874-11-27

"Im going to visit my relatives" Y" said Mrs. Dubarle, with pursed up lips. And then little Janet knew that her own fate, as far as any worldly advan- tages would be derived from her kin ship to the heiress, was sealed.
 "Put in the black silk gown, Janet, '" said Miss Dubarle, in a tone as lugu- brious as if she were giving orders for her own funeral. "Of all sins, I re- gard ingratitude as the basest-and the China crape scarf-to think that have nursed viper to turn and sting me at last 1 And don't forget my easy slippers-though I don't know either why my corns should be entitled to any more consideration than my poor bruised heart.
 And then, as Janet Heath began to cry, Miss Dubarle marched out of the room.
 "I never could endure the vipers, 7" said Miss Dubarle. "I'll go to my niece Maria, or maybe I'll make Her. bert Smythe little bit of visit he's always saying how delighted he would be to entertain me in his bachelor quarters. They both love me, although l haven't done half for them that have for this little serpent's tooth of Janet. I dare say she expected to be my heiress, but she'll find out her mistake, I guess"
 And Miss Dubarle, who allowed no suns to go down on her wrath, took the first train for New York, and slept that night in the fifth story of marble fronted hotel.
 ''I didn't think I should miss that child Janet so much," she said, rather 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 -" but I don't care ! I won't give up to her love-sick whims, and I will go to see Maria Brooks and Herbert Smythe. Maria's little girl wrote me a beautiful letter last month, and all out ot her own head, her mother said. Let me see-Eudocia her name was. Per haps I'll adopt Eudocia."
 And Miss Dubarle ordered 8 car riage and drove to the mansion of MT. Secor Brooks, on an aristocratic side street.
 "They seem to live very nicely, 7" thought the rich relation. CT didn't know Secor's income justified such style as this.
 The servant showed Miss Dubarle into reception room, furnished after the style of Louis Quinze. His mis- tress was out, but would return pres ently, he explained.
 "1'l 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 locked round as the guest entered.
 :" You are Eudocia, I suppose" said Miss Dubarle, affably.
 "Yes," said the child. "I'm Eudocia. And who are you?'
 "I am Miss Dubarle," said the heiress, graciously. You have heard your mamma tell about Miss Dubarle, haven't you ?"
 "Oh, yes," said Eudocia, her small, fishy eyes lighting up. "You are the old maid that mamma says is so out out"-
 "Out of health ?"
 "No-some very big word."
 Outrageous ?" suggested Miss Du- barle, somewhat discomfited.
 "No-not that-outlandish And you're going to die ana leave me all your money, and then we're going to travel in Europe. But papa says he don't see but that you're going to hold on forever. What is it you are holding on to, Miss Dubarle ?"
 "Hem p said Miss Dubarle. "So your mammals kind enough to consid CT me outlandisb, is she p
 Mammals going to invite you to visit us," went on the unwisely com- municative Eudocia, "when the Fitz- Roy Fortescues are gone. She says she don't want them to be shocked with your Noah'e ark ways. had Noah's ark once," added the e,afa,,t terrible, "wlth dog in it, and Shem, Ham and Japhet."
 "I dare say," said Miss Dubarle, checking strong inclination to laugh, although she felt herself growing pur. pie in the face with indignation. "1 won't wait any longer, Eudocia {; good. bye."
 And Miss Dubarle shook the dust o1 the Secor Brooks mansion off her feet.
 "A pretty hypocrite's nest I should have got into there l" she said hal1 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, coachman ]"
 Twenty-seven Bachelor Square was 6 tall, brown-stoRe building, full o1 studios, offices, and sets of chambers, and Miss Dubarle was we'll nigh out o1 breath before she reached door at the very top, on which 8 card, neatly tackled, bore the inscription, "Herbert Smythe, Artist"
 She beat brisk tattoo on the panels with the handle of her sun umbrella, and voice answered,
 "Come in."
 But to her amazement, the occupant of the apartment, instead of a young artist in 8 black velvet painting robe, was grim female, sitting very upright on Gothic chair, with tattered gloves and bonnet bent on the side.
 "Is MT. Smythe in?" asked Miss Dubarle.
 "No," answered the stony female Che ain't. But if you're wise you'll sit down, like me, and wait until he does come in: I s'pose you've come arter your bill ?'
 "Have you 3" asked Miss Dubarle, taking the first part of the hint, by depositing herself on sofa.
 "Yes-for the seventh time. He owes everybody-Smythe does. I'm his laundress but you can ask the landlord, and the wine merchant, and the tailor, and the halter, and "-
 Then" curtly observed Miss Du. barle, "I should think you were all great fools for trusting him."
 "So we be" said the woman, grimly "and I ain't denyin' of that i; but you see he's kept us on the string all along with stories of his rich cousin, Miss Dubarle, as has made her will in his