The star. (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1874-1875, 1875-03-08
She Was a Rich Relative.

OF age on tno l5in Ul Marcn, 10; Weai,
no matter what year. And she was stout
and short, with ankles like pump handles,
and no visible waist; ana hands that
were red and fat, instead of white and
slender; and features that belonged to
no Grecian type or Roman mould, but
seem to be sitting up, SUI geReriS, each on
its own special account, with no refer
ence " hatever to the others. For tue
world is not altogether stocked with
Venuses and. Hebcs, whatever the ro-
nance writers would like to make us
believe, and there is no reason why q
plain female can not be heroine in
spite of her looks.
But we have not mentioned the most
important fact of all. Miss Dubarle had
forty thousand dollars OF her own.
And that was, without doubt, the rea-
son that her relatives sent her pressing
invitations to "come and visit them,'
and dispatched cases of wine and hamp-
ers of game and boxes OF new books
down TO Dubarle farm; and the little
girls worked hideous pin-cushions and
Tides to decorate her rooms; and young
men wrote acrUstics tor her birthday;
and everybody listened politely to her
speeches, however proliX they might be.
For ricn old maid is worth cultivating,
and 1t wasn't at all likely, now, that Miss
Dubarle would ever marry.
1t was bleak October day; the red
and brown leaves went whirling round
and round in the blast, and the great
wood fire upon the hearth sent, every
now and then, spiteful little gushes of
smoke into the room where Miss Dubarle
aud her second cousin and companion,
Janet Heath, sat together working
crochet roses tor counterpane.
"Janet," said Miss Dubarle, politely,
"your'e fool"
Janet looked up with flush OF color
on her pretty cheek. She was not at all
mentary remarks on the part Of Miss Du-
barle.
"Be sensible GIRL" added the elder
female. "Give him up, and Ill buy you
a blue silk dress and black lace shawl"
"But love him, Miss Dubarle."
"Oh, psha-a-wW grim aced the spin.
ster. '"Loye, indeed! l never was in
lovep
"And," added Janet, growing more
rosy than ever, as she stopped to pick up
her ivory needle, che says he would be
miserable without me. Don't be angry,
please, Miss Dubarle, but indeed, indeed,
l must marry him."
Miss Dubarle jumped up SO suddenly
hat the dosing blackbird in its cage
uttered shrill note of CONSERVATION.
every WE'LL" she said, every well,
Janet Heath. Pack your trunk as soon
,s you please. ! can dispense with your
services at once. And pack mine tirst
f you please, Janet Heath"
" You are not going away, Miss Du-
,arle?" queried poor Janet, in conster-
nation.
"Pm going to visit my relatives" said
Miss Dubarle, with pursed-up lips.
And little Janet knew that her own
fate, as far as any worldly advantages
would be derived from her kinship to the
1eiress, was sealed.
"Put in the. black silk gown, Janet"
said Miss Dubarle, in tone as lugubri-
1us as il she were giving orders Tor her
own funeral. "Of all sins, ! regard in
gratitude as the basest-and the China
Grape scarf-to think that have nursed q
viper to turn and sting me at lastl And
don't forget my easy lippers--theugh l
don't know either why my 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. "Fll 20 to my niece
Smythe O little bit of visit; he's al
ways saying how delighted he would be
to entertain me in his bachelor quarters.
They both love me, although / haven't
done half Tor them that [ have for this
little serpents tooth OF a Janet. l dare
say she expected 10 be my heiress, but.
she will find out her mistake, guess"
And Mss Dubarle, who allowed no
suns TO 90 down on her wrath, took the
first train for New York, and slept that
night in the fitch story OF a marble-lront-
ed hotel.
II didn't think should miss that child
Janet 50 mucb," she said, rather doleful-
ly, to herself, the next morning, as she
tried to comb out her ''back-hair," and
nearly strangled herself trying to button
up her own boots; "but | don't care! l
won't give up to her lovesick whims, and
| will go to see Maria Brooks and Her
bert Smythe. Maria's little girl wrote
out of her own head, her mother said.
Let me see--Eudoeia her name was.
Perhaps l will adopt EudDcia."
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, 81 didn't know
Secor's income justified such style as
this"
The servant showed Miss Dubarle into
a reception-room, furnished after the
style of Louis Quinze. His mistress was
out, but would return presently, he ex-
planned.
"Pll watt" said Miss Dubarle. .,
A wizened little girl, with her hair
braided in long Chinese Dlaits, and red,
elbows, was tinkling away
at the piano. She looked around as the
guest entered.
"You are Eudoeia, I suppose" said
Miss DuLarle, affably.
And who are youW
81 am Miss Dnbarle," said the heiress,
graciously. "You have heard your
tell about Miss Dubarle, haven't
youw
"Ob, yes" said Eudocia, her small,
ishy eyes lighting up. "You are the old
maid that mamma says is 80 out--out--"
"Out of healthW
"No; some very big word"
"OutrageousW suggested Miss Du.
barle, somewhat discounted.
"NO--not that-outlandisht And you're
going to die and leave me all your money,
and then we're going to travel in Eu.
rope. But papa says he don't see but
what you're going to hold on forever.
What is it you are holding on to, Miss
DubarleW
"Hemr" said Miss Dubarle. $50 your
kind enough to consider me
outlandish, is sheW
GMamma,s going tn invita- VAN fo Walt