The star. (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1874-1875, 1875-03-08

81 dare say" said Miss Dubarle. check
ing a strong inclination to laugh, al
though she felt herself growing purple In
| the face with Indignation. ~ won't wait
any longer, EudOcia, good-by."
And Miss Dubarle shook the dust of
the Secor Brooks mansion off her feet.
| "a pretty hypocrite's nest | should
have got into therew she said half aloud,
as she entered the vehicle she had been
wise enough to bid walt. "Janot Heath,
with all her faults, was at least frank
and truthful enough. Drive to twenty
seven Bachelor Square, coachmanw
Twenty-seyen Bachelor Square was q
tall, brown stone building, full Of studios
and sets OF chambers, and Miss Dubarle
was well nigh out of breath before she
| reached Il floor at the very top on which
a card, neatly tackled, bore the inserip-
tion. "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 u young artist
in black velvet painting robe, was a
grim iemale, sitting very upright on o
Gothic chair, with tattered gloves and a
bonnet bent on the side.
us Mr.. Smythe inF" 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.
/ s'pose you've come arter your bil?"
"Have your" asked Miss Dubarle, TAX
ing the first part of the hint, by deposit
ing herself on sofa.
'Yes, for the seventh time. He owes
everybody, Smythe does. Pm his land
lady; but you can ask the wine mef-
chant, and The tailor, and the halter, and
the
"Then," curtly observed Miss Dubarle,
II should think you were all great tools
for trusting him."
$50 we be-" said the woman, grimly;
"and amt a denying of that; but you
see he's kept us on the string all along
Dubarle, as has made her will in his
favor, and is going to leave him no end
of money"
"Oh" said Miss Dlharle, rubbing her
nose vehemently with the end of the SUM-
umbrella handle.
'He says" added the unconscious
traitress, ''that she's as old as Methu-
selab, and can't live but a few days any
how; but for one don't believe II word
of it. Butyou amt going, be you?"
EYES," 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 landlady, lifting on pair Of silver
bowed spectacles, had read the two
words inscribed upon the card, "Miss
DuDarle."
The heiress was very silent during her
drive back to the hotel. Perhaps she
was engaged in rendering the funeral
rites to her dear departed delusion. All
that she said to herself was contained in
one sentence.
III don't like being made fool of!' she
mentally enunciated, "and / actually be-
lieve Ive come very near itp'
Janet Heath sat by the fire in the next
evenings twilight, musing, perchance,
when the door clicked on it's latch, and
in walked Miss Dubarle.
Janet started to her feet with slight
"Don't be alarmed" said Miss Du-
barle,. stroking the soft brown hair with
a kindly, reassuring touch. 'I've come
back to you, Janet Heath, for believe,
in spite of everything, you are the truest
friend Pye got, and that you love me alter
ALL"
Indeed, indeed, Miss Dubarle, doY
sobbcd Janet, with her old foolish trick.
".And so,p said Miss Dubarle, "you
can marry that Harry Dart of yours, and
he can come here to live, and we'll all be
a happy family together. Unite my bon
net strings, Janet--they've got somehow
into knot-and make me cup of tea.
Those railroads are enough to shake one
into a jelly p
So Miss Dubarle settled back into the
old grove again, aud when the letters
from New York came she sent them back
unopened. Aud when Mr.. Herbert
Smythe and the Secor Brooks family ar
rived in proprid person9 she obstinately
refused TO see them.
81 won't be bothered,"' said Miss Du-
barle. "Janet Heath is my heiress, and
there's an end Of the matter"
And the. relatives discovered that they
might as well attemptto move the rock
of Gibraltar as TO alter Miss DubarIe's
resolve.
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