Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1874-12-25
JNBURY, Pa, FRIDAY MORNING, DECEMBER .. 1874.

sealed.
Put in the black silk gown, Janet, said
Miss Dubarle, in 4 tone as lu5ubrious rs il
she were giving orders for her own fune-
raj OF all sins, l regard ingratitude as
the basest-and the China Grape scarf-to
think that | have nursed viper TO turn
and sting me at last And don't forget
my easy slippers-though | don't know Ell
ther why my corns should bc 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.
Il never could endure the vipers, said
Miss Dubarle. III go to my niece Maria,
or maybe I'll make Herbert Smythe little
bit of n visit he's always saying how de-
lighted he would be to entertain me in his
bachelor quarters. They both love me,
although haven't done half for them that
l have for this little serpent's tooth of a
! Janet. L dare say she expected to be my
/ heircss : but she'll find out her mistake, |
guess
! And Miss Dubarle, who allowed no suns
to go down on her wrath, took the first
train 70: New York, and slept that night IN
q marble-frOnted hotel
Il didn't think l should miss that child
Janet 50 nuch,' she said rather dolefully,
to herself, the next morning, as she tried
to comb out her tangled 'back-hair' and
nearly strangled herself trying to button up
her own boots-'but don't dare l wont
give up to her love-sick whims, and l will
90 to see Maria Brooks and Herbert
Smythe. Maria's little girl wrote me
beautiful letter last month, and all ont 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. L 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 mistress was out,
but would return presently, he explained.
Ill wait said Miss Dubarle.
A wizene little girl, with her hair braid
ed in long Chinese plaits, and chill-lookiEg
elbows, was tirkling away at the piano
She looked around as the guest entered.
You are Eudocia. suppose, said Miss
Dubarle afiably.
'Yes,' said the child. I'm Eudocia
And who are you p
4 am Dubarle,' said the heress, gra-
ciousIy. You have heard your mamma
tell about Miss Dubarle, haven't you?
%, yes, said Eudocia- her small. fishy
eyes lighting up. You are the old r>oid
mamma says is so out-out-'
Out of health p
'No--some very big word
Outrageous p suggested Miss Dubarle,
somewhat dscomiited.
'No-not that-outlandiSk And you're
going to die and leave me all your money,
and then we're going to travel in Europe.
But papa says he don't see out that you're
going to hold on forever. What is it you
Are holding on to, Miss Dubarle?'
Hem = said Miss Dubarle. 50 your
mammals kind enough to consider me out
laEdish, is she 2
Mammals going so invite yOa to visit
u.s., went on the unwisely communicative
Eudccia, when the Fitz Roy Fortescues
are gone. She says she don't want them
to be shocked with your Noah's ark ways.
had NOah's ark once, added the infant
terrible, with dog in it, and Shem, Ham
and Japhet.'
4 dare say said Miss Dubarle, check
ing strong inclination to laugh, although
she felt herself growing purple in the face
with indignation. ! wOnl wait any lon
ger, EudOcia, goodbye
And Miss Dubarle shook the dust of the
Secor Brooks mansion off her feet.
y pretty hypocrte's nest should have
got into there = she said half aloud, as she
entered the vehicle she had been wise en-
ough to bid wait. Janet Heath, with all
her faults, was at least frank and truthful
Square, coachman l.
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 before |
she reached door at the very top, on
which card, neatly tackled, bore the in |
scriptiOn, 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 young artist in
a black relyet painting-robe, was grim fe-
male, sitting very upright on Gothic
chair, with tattcred gloves and bonnet
btnt on the side.
Is Mr.. Smythe in p asked Miss Du-
barle.
No answered the stony female he
amt. But if you're wise you'll sit down,
like me, and wait until he does come in l
s'pose you've come after your bill p
Have you y asked Miss Dubarie, taking
the first part of the hint, by depositisg her.
self on the sofa.
'Yes-fOr the seventh time. He owes
everybody Smythe does. I'm his laund-
ress; but you can ask the landlord, and
the wine merchant and the tailor and the