, 1878-04-19

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"Ohw said Mic, with the most dcusaIy
innocent air.
The fact is" pursued Miss Carlyle,
"Mpthi3c i-a happy biidabe little
thing. who doesn't know she is pretty,
and will make IN excellent servant il 30
one tells her.
"Shc doesn't know she is pretty: OF
course, then, my dear cousin, take blck
every thing. have been laboring under
Il mon ,trous error. suppose Mathlde
stuck those little blue bows in her hair,
and hung those bits OF coral in her ears
from some grovcling spirit Of vanity.
No doubt there is a severe utility in such
things, beyond my ken. Excuse me
| Incz What an ass have been making
of myself" and Mic sauntcred lazily out
of the room.
Mathi!de certainly was a happy little
thing She fitted about Miss Carlylc's
dinng-room like domestic humming
bird, blushing in the rarest way when
anyone spoke to her. They all became
accustomed to her beauty after a while,
Miss Carlyle grew little proud Of it,
taking it quite us matter OF course that
people should remark Mathide along
with the china and port.
Later, Ipez forgot that Mathide was
remarkable. Forgot it, that is, us II mat
ter of ever present consciousness. As a
matter of fact it lay dormant ia her
brain, until something made it unpless-
antly alive.
"You have an exceedingly pretty ser
want" said Clavers Lorraine, when Ma
thiIde had opened the door for him one
day; "one doesn't often see that pure
oval in blondes.'
Miss Carlyle was a brunette, but then
she was in love with Clayers Lorraine,
and flushed a little.
"Yes, MathiIdc has dollish pretti-
ness; she is good girl, neat and indus
trious. When are the McVeighs ex-
pected!'
"In September, think. About this
girI-Mathilde, did you call her2--she
certainly has good blood in her veins"
so am not sure about blood. White
lilies grow out Of black soil, you know.
One thing is certain. Mathilde has not
enough good blood in her to make her
lazy. Is Eunce McVeigh's engagement
out2"
Miss Carlyle began to wonder if it
paid to save Mathiide. Servants with
purely oval faces might prove expensive.
But that was a summer cloud. One day
II rose dropped from Miss Carlyle'S hair,
and Clavers Lorraine picked it up and
kept it. 1t was an amber rose, very rare,
and very becoming, and Lorraine had it
in his hand when he left the room. Five
minutes later, Inez went into the diniug-
room, where Mathilde stood by the open
window, blushing dainhly, with rose in
her harlan amber rose, very rare, and
very becoming.
Did you open the door for MIR. Lo,
raine, MathildeG"
eyes, miss" The girl dropped her
eyes and colored exquisitely.
Inez went straight to her cousin,
carmine spot in either cheek.
"You met Clavers Lorraine at the door,
| Mic; did he have a rose in his handW
Mic yawned and stretched himself.
"a rose3 Yes-no-let me see. He
had lambent fire in his eye, aud ten
der pathos in his voice, and an elastic
triumph in his step, and no doubt be had
an intense yearning in his heart; but l
don't think he had rose in his hand.
WhyW
"Are you sure'"
"Of course am sure. Don't be saw
age, Inez; he may have put it in his
pocket"
Miss Carlyle went back TO the dining.
room. She put her hand to the plough.
Mathilde must be saved.
"Who gave you the rose in your hair,
childl"
Mathilde's long lashes fell and her lips
quivered. Miss Carlyle had never seen
her half so charming.
"A gentleman-I must not tell, he said.
Are you angry, Missl'
"No, Mathilde. This gentleman, has
he given you anything but roses1"
ayes, Miss; ribbons sometimes, and
necklace; but | never wore it," sobbed
Mathilde.
"Has the gentleman ever told you he
loved you9' Inez was remorseless. The
carmine spots faded.
"Oh, yes, Miss, but didn't believe it.
didn't know it was wrong. IL"
Poor Mathilde broke down, sobbing
piteously.
"Listen to me, child. You must forget
this fine gentleman. He will bring you
nothing but harm. You must send back
everything he has given you. Do you
understand me, Mathilde?"
"Yes, ma'am," whispered the girl,
through her tears.
The next day GIavers Lorraine asked
Miss Carlyle to marry him. That lady
surveyed him icily.
"This display is entirely unnecessary,
Mr.. Lorraine"
$50 it seems. You are sure you I'M
derstand your own heart, Inez?n