Weekly Trinity journal., 1878-01-12
PERFECTLY HEARTLESS.


and those eyes, so deep and full OF ex-
preston ?" said the physician, musingly.
" l don't admire her style of beauty at
all. She looks like wax doll, and her
heartlessness is proverbial. Since her
uncle left her so wealthy, she has had
suitors by the score, and firts with every
one"
She was conversing gayly with knot
of gentlemen and DR.. Stanly sauntered
over toward the group.
Miss Marston," said one gentleman,
what has become of Harold Graham,
the artist ?"
The tiny hands swept over the keys of
the grand piano, in the measure of
waltz; and another of the group, sup
posing Miss Marston did not hear the
question, said
"Out at elbows, and can't appear"
" He was wretchedly poor" said a
third.
" Perhaps he has committed suicide
1t is three weeks since he disappeared,'
said another.
"Oh, l hope not !" said Miss Marston;
we want his tenor for our next musical
soree. 1t would be too provoking for
him to commit suicide !"
The next morning Miss Marston sat in
her own room, writing II letter. Let as
peep over her shoulder at one sentence :
" All hollow, all heartless, Miriam I!
You blame me for flirting; you are not
here to see how they follow me merely
for my money not one true heart among
them all. There was one-Harold-"
A knock at the door interrupted her.
Come in," said Eva, pleasantly
How is Torrance this morning ?"
ooh, Miss, it's beautiful he is to-day +!
Pm sorry you had to wait so long for the
needlework."
" Never mind that. How could you
work with the fellow so i'll ?"
Well, Miss, it's many ore expects
their work, sick or well and isn't Jim
my sitting up playing with the toys
you sent him, and Pat, that kept home
from school to mind him ?"
How much, Mary" said Eva, taking
out her purse.
"Oh, Miss, you don't owe Mary Gen
mis- farthing. There's the doctor you
left the money to pay-and the wood you
sent-and the potatoes and milk-and the
money you gave me last week indeed,
Miss, it's in your debt am for the rest
Of your life"
What gave Torrance has nothing
to do with my BILL" said Eva, rapidly
counting out some money.
Miss Eva" said the poor needle
woman-and then stopped.
Well, Mary ?"
"Indeed, Miss, you do so much good
with your money, | IN ashamed to tel
you-"
Tell me what ?"
We'll, Miss, it's about the young gen.
teman that rented my room. You know
where the widow died last Autumn. lie
came week back, Miss, and he never
came down stairs for three days; so this
morning | went up, and he's sick with n
fever, out Of his head entirely, Miss. Ii
you would come now"
Wait, Mary, | will go with you"
Hes dreadful poor, think, Miss ;
for it's precious little furniture e--nothing
but a bed and table and chair, and no
trunk, but bit of a carpet bag"
Throwing off her rich silk wrapper,
Eva put on dark dress and cloak, and
added u close silk bonnet with thick
veil.
Come, Mary, and the two left the
house together.
In n low close room, on pallet bed,
lay, Mary Gennis' lodger The face,
against the coarse ticking pillow, was
such as one iancies for that of his favor
ite poet. The hair was dark, waviag
over a broad, white forehead and the
deep set eyes were hazel large and full,
and the features delicate. Usually the
face was pale, but now it was crimson
with fever. The eyes. too, fierce and
wild. But even with all this, it was
beautiful with an almost unearthy beau
ty.
Into that poor, low room, Eva with her
sombre dress and radiant beauty, came
like a plying angel. She gave one
glance at the invald's face and then
crossed the room to his side.
Eva ~ said the sick man eva I"
" He knows me-" she said, drawing
back.
But the young .man moaned her
name again, and then broke forth into
wild, delirious rawlings.
"Mary," said Eva, "send your boy to
me. | will find pencil and paper"
Mary left the room, and Eva turned to
the table to find pencil and paper. She
wrote two hasty notes. One was to her
housekeeper for pillows and sheets. The
other was to DR.. Stanly who did not con
lecture who was tho friend that sent him
so much practice among poor patients,
and saw that the young physician was
well paid.
Having despatched the notes, Eva
tried to make the desoate room more
Lifting from the table waist
coat, something dropped from the pocket
to the hoor She picked it up. 1t was II
small miniature case, open-and on the
ivory was painted Miss Marstons s face.
a smile, gentle and plying came on
her lips.
"He did love mo then-rcally loved