Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1879-11-20
PERFECTLY HEARTLESS.
by ALICE DALE.

DY ALICE DALE.
"PrettyI Yes, rather protty, but per
fect!y heartless," said Mrs. Holmes to Doc.
tor Stanley, young and talented physician
with whom sho was conversing at a larg'
and brilliant entertainment.
"Heartlossl with that sensitive mouth
and those eyes, go deep and full of expres-
sionl" said the physician, musingly.
IL don't admire her style of beauty a
all. She looks liko wax doll, and bel
hoartlessness is proverbial. Snoe her uncle
left her SO wealthy sho has had suitors by
the SCORE, and firts with everyone. Why,
look at her now!"
Doctor Stanley's eyes followed tho diroc-
ton 10 which the lady waved her fan, and
rested on tho central figure of q group
around the piano 1t was lady, young
and fair, with q tall, exceeding graceful
figure, pure Greek features, and largo blue
eyes. Her hair was short, but the soft,
full ourls made lovely frame for the fair
face. Her dress was of dark lace; and
twisted amongst the golden ourls were
deep crimson flowers, with dark-greon
leaves, and on the snowy throat and arms
glittered blood-red rubies. She was con-
versing gaily with knot of gentlemen,
and Doctor Stanley sauntered over to the
group.
"Miss Marston," said one gentlo1nan,
"what has become of Harold Graham, the
artist"
The tiny hands swept over tho ivory
kcys of the grand piano in tho meas
ure Of brilliant waltz, and another
OF the group, supposing Miss Marston did
not hear the question, said: "Out at elbows,
and can't appear"
"He was wretchedly poor, there is no
doubt" said third.
"Perhaps he has committed suicide. It
is threo weeks since he disappeared" said
another.
ooh, I hope notr" said Miss Murston;
"we want his tenor for our next musical
soarce 1t would be too provoking for him
to commit suicde!"
"Mrs. Holmes wos right" thought the
doctor; "she is perfectly heartess. Poor
He turned from the piano, but stopped,
as full, rich voice broke out into song.
Eva hlarston was singing Schubert's "Iast
Grceting;" and into tho mournful words
sho poured such wailiog energy and deep
pathos, that group after group in the large
rooms ceased their gay conversation to listen
to the music.
"Can shc sing SO without heart or fceling?"
muttered tho doctor, again drawing nearer
to the piano.
':Eva," said tho young lady, as tho last
notes Of tho song died away, "Eva, play
polka, won't you2"
A contemptuous smilo quiyered for q
momont on Eva Marston's lip; then nod
ding good neturedly, she daehed off into
lively polka, which soon melted the group
around the piano into merry, light-footed
dancers; and Doctor Stanley won't with the
rost.
The next morning Miss Marston sat in
her own room, writing letter. Let us
peep over her shoulder at one sentence.
"All hollow, all heartless, Miriam! You
blame me for flirting; you arc not here to
see how they follow me merely for nv
money; not one true heart among them ALL
There was one-Harold-
A knock at tho door interrupted her.
"Come ln!' and needle woman entered
with baeket of work.
"Good morning." said Eva PLEASANTLY.
slow is Terence this morning?"
ooh, misc, it's beautiful he is to.dav
Sure, narm, I'm sorry ye'vo had to wait SO
long for the needle. work"
"Never mind that. How could Won
work with the poor fellow SO ill7'
''sure, miss, it's many a ono cxpeots
their work, siok or we'll; and isn't jerry
sitting up the day playing with toys yo snt
MN. and Pat, that kept homo from school,
minding him!"
show much, Mary2" said Eva taking
out her purse.
"Oh, miss, you don't owo Mary Dennis
farslen. There's tho doctor you left the
money to pay, and the wood ye sint, and
the praties and milk, and the money Va
gave mo last week; sure, miss, it's in yonr
debt l am for the rest of my iifo."
"What | gavo Terence hag nothing to do
with my bill" said Eva rapidly counting
out some money
"Miss Eva" said tho poor Irish nee.
die woman, and then stopped.
"Well, Mary7"
"Sure, miss, you do 80 much good with
your money, I'm ashamed to tell you---''
"Te!l me whatY"
"Well, miss, it's about the young gentlo-
man that's rinted my room. You mind
whore tho widdor died last autumn. Ho
rnmo week back, miss, and he pivor como