The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1875-03-12
VOLUME 2.

tescues are gone. She says she don't
want them to be shocked with your
Nsah's ark ways. / had Noah's ark
once,D added the infant terrible, with
dog in it, and Shem, Ham, and
Japhsth."
81 dare say" said Miss Dubarle,
checking strong inclination to laugh,
although she felt herself growing pur-
pie in the face with indignation. 81
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 l should
have got into therep' she said half
aloud, as she entered the vehicle she had
been wise enough to bid wait. "Janet
Heath with all faults, was at least frank
and truthful enough. Drive to p
Bachelor Square, coachman."
No. 27 Bachelor Square was 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 a card, neatly tackled, bore
the inscription, "Herbert Smythe, Ar
tist.'
She beat brisk tattoo on the PAN
nels with the handle Of her sun umbrel-
la, and a voice answered,
"Come in"
But, to her amazement, the occupant
of the apartment, instead of young ar
tist in the black velvet painting robe,
was grim female, sitting very upright
on Gothic chair, with tattered gloves
and bonnet bent on the side.
"Is Mr. Smythe in?" asked Miss Du-
barle.
"No," answered the stony female, che
amt. 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 your" asked Miss Dubarle, ia
king the first part of the hint by depos-
iting herself on the sofa.
"Yes, for the seventh time. He owes
everybody, Smythe does. Pm his land
lady; but you can ask the wine mer-
chant, and the tailor, and the halter,
and the"
"Then," curtly observed Miss Du-
barle, ~ think you were all great fools
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
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 of
money"
"Ohr' said Miss Duberle, rubbing
her nose v.hemently with the end of the
sun umbrella handle.
"He says" added the unconscious
traitress, "that she's as old as Methuse-
lah, and can't live but short time any
how; but / for one don't believe word
of it. But you amt going, be your"
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
silverbowed 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 funer-
al rites to her dear departed delusion.
All that she said to herself was contain
ed in one sentence.
81 don't like being made fool Off
she mentally enunciated, and ! actually
believe I've come very near it'll"
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
a kindly, reassuring touch. "I've come
back to you, Janet Heath, for I believe,
in spite of everything, you are the
truest friend I've got, and that you
love me, after ALL"
Indeed, indeed, Miss Dubarle, dol"
sobbed Janet, with her old foolish trick.
"And So" raid Miss Dubarle, ''you
can marry that Harry Dart of yours,
and he can come here to live, and we'll
all be happy family together. Unite
my bonnet strings, Janet, for they've
got in knot somehow, and make me
cup of tea. Those railroads are enough
to shake one into jelly!"
So Miss Dubarle settled back into the
old groove again, and when the letters
from New York came she sent them
back unopened. And when Mr.. Her
bert Smythe and the Secor Brooks fami-
ly arrived in proprie persona she obsti-
nateIy refused to see them.
AZ 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 attempt to move the rock
of Gibraltar as TO alter Miss Dubarle's
resolve.
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