The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1874-11-14
MISS DUBARLE'S RELATIVES.
BIZ AMY RANDOLPH.

Miss Dubarle was fve-and forty years
of age on the nineteenth of March IS,
well, no matter what year. And she
was stout and short, with ankles like
pump handles and no visible waist; and
hands that were red and fat, instead OF
white and slender; and features that be
longed to no Grecian type or Roman
mould, but seem to be setting up sud
generiS, each on its own special account,
with no reference whatever to the
others. For the world is not altogether
stocked with Venuses and Hebes, what
ever the romance writer's would like tc
make us believe, and there is no reason
why a plain female cannot be q heroine
in spite of her looks.
But we have not mentioned the most
important fact of all Miss Dubarle
1lau fv-tJ 4l>>>--~a-,l1 1~1la"o of he1
own.
And that was, without doubt, the
reason that her relatives sent her press
ing invitations to "come and visit
them, " and dispatched cases of wine and
hampers of game and boxes of new
books down to Dubarle Farm; and the
little girls worked hideous pincushions
and tides to decorate her rooms; and
young men wrote acrostics for her birth
day, and everybody listened politely to
her speeches, however prolix they might
be. For rich old maid is worth cul-
tivating, and it wasn't at all likely, now,
that Miss Dubarle would ever marry.
1t was a bleak October afternoon, the
red and brown leaves whirIing round
and round III the blast, and the great
wood fire upon the hearth sending,
every now and then, spiteful little
gushes of smoke into the room where
Miss Dubarle and her second cousin and
companion, Janet Heath, sat together.
working crochet roses for a counter
pane.
'SJanet," said Miss Dubarle, politely,
"lou re fool"
Janet looked up with flush of color
on her pretty cheek. She was not at
all unaccustomed to these little compli-
mentary remarks on the part of Miss
Dubarle.
':.Be a sensible girl, added the elder
female. 81" Give him up, and I'll buy
you blue silk dress and a black lace
shawl"
"But [ love him, Miss Dubarle.''
"Oh, psha-a-aw - grimaced the
spinster. Love, indeed! I never
was i'll love -
"And, added Janet, growing more
rosy than ever, as she stopped to pick
up her ivory needle, g he says he would
be miserable without me. Don't please
be angry, Miss Dubarle, but indeed, in
deed, ] must marry him
Miss Dubarle jumped upso suddenly
that the doing blackbird in its cage ut
tered shrill note of CONSERVATION.
Very well, = she said Ue1y well,
Janet Heath. Pack your trunk as soon
as you please. | can dispense with
your services at once. And pack mine
first, if you please, Janet Heath"
"You are not going away, Miss Du-
barle!" queried poor Janet, in conster-
nation.
I'm going to visit my relatives, :"
said Miss Dubarle, with pursed-up lips.
And then little Janet knew that her own
fate, as far as any worldly advantages
would be derived from her kinship to
the heiress, was sealed.
"Put in the black silk gown, Janet. -
said Miss Dubarle, III tone as lueubri-
Gus as if she were giving orders for her
own funeral. "Of all sins, Iregard in
gratitude as the basest-and the China
Grape scarf-to think that have nnrsed
viper to turn and sting me at last !
And don't forget my easy-slippers-
though | don't know either why NV
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.
81 never could endure the vipers !"
said Miss Dubarle. ''Ill go to nv
niece Maria, or maybe I'll make Herbert
Smythe little bit of a visit; he's al
ways saying how delighted he would be
to entertain me in his bachelor quarters.
Ihey both love me, although [ haven't
done half for them that / have for this
little serpent's tooth of Janet. | dare
say she expected to be my heiress, but
she ii find out her mistake, guess.
And Miss Dubarle, who allowed no
suns to 90 down on her wrath, took the
hrSt tram for New York, and slept that
night IN the fifth story of marble
fTOnta1 hotel