Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1877-07-19
Perfectly HeartleSs.

icStS HedEucSS sdtu OiC WITS. f1OimeS
to DR.. R. Stanley, with whom she was
conversing at large brilliant party.
"Heartless with that sensitive mouth
and those eyes. so full of expression :"
said the gentleman, musingly.
81 don't admire her style Of beauty
at all. She looks like a wax doll, and
her heartlessness is SO proverbial.-
Since her uncle left her so wealthy,
she has had lovers BY the score, and
>he fiirts with every one. Why look
at her now -
DIR. Stanley's eyes followed the d.
rection in which the lady waved her
fan, and rested on the central figure of
the group around the piano. 1t was a
lady, young and fair, with a tall, ex-
ceedinsly graceful figure. pure Greek
features and large blue eyes. Her hair
was short, but the soft curls made a
lovely frame for the fair face. Her dress
was of dark lace, ornamented with
flowers and dark green leaves. She
was conversing quietly with knot OF
gentlemen, and DR.. Stanley sauntered
over to the group.
"Miss Marston," said one gentleman,
"what has become OF Mr.. Harold Gra-
ham -
Her hands swept over the ivory keys
Of the grand piano, in the measure OF
brilliant waltz, when another OF the
group, supPosing that Miss Marston did
not hear the question, said:
Perhaps he has committed suicide" I"
''lt is three weeks since he disap-
peared," said another.
"Ah! hope not," said Miss Mars
ton: I'VE want his tenor for our next
musical soiree. II would be too pro-
voking for him to commit suicide"
Mrs. Holmes was right" thought
DR.. Stanley, she is perfectly heartless.
Poor Harold :"
He turned from the piano: but stopped
as the full, rich voice broke out into
song. Miss Marston was singing "Schu-
ber's Last Greeting" and into the mourn
full words she poured such wailing en-
ergy and deep pathos that group after
group in the large rooms ceased their
gay converse to listen to the music.
Can she sing so. without heart or
feeling:' muttered the doctor, again
drawing nearer to the place.
Ellen" said a young lady, as the
last note Of the song died away-"Ei-
len, do play us polka now"
A con,emptuous smile played for a
moment on Ellen Marston's lips; then
nodding good naturedly. she dashed of
into lively polka, which soon melted
the group round the piano into merry
dancers, and DR.. Stanley with the rest.
The next morning, Miss Marston sat
in her boudoir, writing a letter. Peep
over her shoulder and read the sentence:
"All hollow and hear,less! Miriam.
do YOU blame me tor flirting; you are
not here to see how they follow me
merely for my money. Not one true
heart amongst all OF them! There was
one Harold
A knock at the door interrupted her.
Come in :" and woman enters with
several articles Of needle work.
Good morning said Ellen pleas
antly. "How Is Terrence this morn
ing'"
20, Miss, it's beautiful he is TODAY.
Sure, Miss, I'm sorry We had to wait 50
long for the dress and other things.
Never mind that. How could YOU
work with that poor boy so i'll ?"
Sure, Miss, it's many q one expects
their dresses, sick or well: and isn't
Terry sitting up the day playing with
the toys We sint him: and Pat, that L
KEEP. from school a minding him.
Where's the bill, Mary - said e.
len. taking out her purse.
"Oh, Miss, you DOM owe Mary
O'Brien . penny. There's the money
We left to pay the doctor with, and the
money We gave me in advance last
week: sure, Miss, it, in your debt |
am for needlewosd for the res, Of your
life."
What I gave Terrence has nothing
to do with my bill," said Ellen, rapidly,
counting out some money.
Miss Ellen -" said Mary. O Bri-
en-, and then she stopped.