The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-03-20

And Miss Dubarle shook the dust O
the Secor Brooks mansion off her feet
" A pretty hypocrite's nest I SHOULD
have got into there!" she said half aloud
as she entered the vehicle she hai beer
wise enough to bid wait. "Jane
Heath, with ali her faults, was at leas
frank and truthful enough. Dive t.
81 Bachelor Square, coachman."
No. 81 Bachelor Square was a tall
brown stone building, full of studios
offices and sets of chambers, and Mis-
| Dubarle was well nigh out OF breatl
before she reached door at the yer,
| top, on which card, neatly tackled
bore the inscription, Herbert Smythe
| Artist"
She beat brisk tattoo on the PANEL
with the handle of her sun umbrella
and a voice answered,
| "Come IT,"
| But, to her amazement, the occupan
of the apartment, instead of a young
artist in black velvet painting robe
was grim female, sitting very uprigh
on a Gothic chair. WITH battered glove
and bonnet bent on the side.
els Mr.. Smythe in? asked Mis-
Dubarle.
"No," answered the stony female
"he amt. But if you're wise you'll
sit down, like me, and wait until h
does come in. L spose you've ccmi
arser your bill %
"Have your" asked Miss Duba,le
taking the first part of the hint by de
posting herself on the sofa.
eyes, for the seventh time. He owet
| everybody, Smythe does. I'm his land
lady but you can ask the wine mer
chant, and the tailor, and the halter
| and the"
"Then," CURLY observed Miss Du
barle, 81 think you were all great fools
for trusting him."
$50 we be" said the woman, grimly
"and amt denying of that but you
see he's kept us On the string all along
with stories of his rich cousin, Miss Du.
barle, as has made her will in his favor
and is going to leave him no end o!
money"
ooh I" said Miss Dubarle, rubbing
her nose vehemently with the end Of
the SUP umbrella handle.
He says" added the unconscious
traitress, "shat she's as old as Methuse.
lab, and can't live but a short time any.
how but for one don't believe a word
of it. But you 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
conversation we have had"
And she was nearly down stairs be.
fore the landlady, fitting on a pair OF
silver-bowed spectacles, had read the
two words inscribed upon the card,
Miss Dubarle."
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 delu-
sion. All that she said to herself was
contained in one sentence.
she mentally enunciated, "and actual
ly believe I've come very near it -
Janet Heath sat by the fire in the
next evenings twilight, musing, per.
chance, half in sadness, half in shy
pleasure, when the door clicked on its
latch, and in walked Miss Dubarle.
Janet started to her feet with slight
cry.
Don't be alarmed" said Miss Du-
barle, stroking the soft brown hair
with kindly, reassuring touch. 'I've
come back to you, Janet Heath, for ]
believe, in spite of everything, you are
the truest friend I've got, and that you
love me, after all.
"Indeed, indeed, Miss Dubarle,
do !" sobbed Janet, with her old foolish
trick.
"And &c." said Miss Dubarle, "you
caa marry that Harry Dart of yours,
and he can come here to live, and we'll
all be a happy family together. Unite
my bonnet string, Janet, ,1or they've got
in knot somehow, and make me a cup
of tea. Those railroads are enough 20
shake one into jelly -
So Miss Dubarle settled back into
the old groove again, and when the let
tiers from New York came she sent
them back unopened. And when Mr..
Herbert Smythe and the Secor Brooks
family arrived in orO1,rio persona 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 we'll attempt to move the rock
of Gibraltar as to alter Miss Dubarle's
resolve.