Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1880-03-19
PEkFRCrLY hEARTLEpS
BY ALICE DALE.

PERFECTLY hEARTLEDSs
BY ALICE DALE.
"Prstty3 Yes, rather pretty. but per
fectly heartlsss," said Mrs. Holmes 4
DR.. Stanley, q young and talented ply
, stefan with whom she was conversinl
at q large and brilliant entertainment
"Heartless! with that sensitive mouth
and those eyes, SO deep and full Of ex
pressions" said the physician, musing
ly.
~ don't admire her style of beauty
at all. She looks like a wax doll! anc
her heartlessness is proverbial. Sine,
her uncle left her so wealthy she hai
had suitors by the score, aud fiirts will
every one."
| Why look at her now.
Doctor SANKEY'S eyes followed the di
rsction in which the lady waved her
fan, and rested on the centre figure O.
q group around the piano. It was 9
lady, young and fair, with tall, ex,
ceeding graceful figure, pure Greek
features and large blue eyes. Her hail
was short, but the soft, full curls made
a lovely frame for the fair face. Bei
dress was OF dark lace; and twisted
amongst the golden curls were deep
crimson flowers, with dark green leaves
and on the snowy throat and arms gilt
tered blood-red rubies. She was con.
versing saily with knot OF gentlemen
and Doctor Stanley sauntered over Il
the group.
Miss Marston, said one gentlsm an,
"what has bscome Of Harold Graham
the artist"
The tiny hands swept over the ivory
keys Of the grand piano in the measure
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 ia no
doubt" said q third.
Perhaps he has committed suicide.
1t is three weeks since he disappeared"
said another.
'0h, | nope mott" said Miss Marston.
"We want his tenor for our next mu-
steal soiree. 1t would be too provoking
for him to commit suicide!"
Mrs. Holmes was right" thought
the doctor; "she is perfectly heartless.
Poor Harold"
He turned from the piano, but stopped
~ full, rich voice broke out into song,
Eva Marston was singing Schubert's
Last Greeting" and into the mournful
words she poured such wailing ener-
gy and deep pathos, that group after
group in the large rooms ceased their
gay conversation to listen to the mu-
sic.
Scan she sing so without heart or
fseling?" muttered the doctor again
drawing nearer to the piano.
eva" said the young lady, as the
last notes of the song died away, "Eva,
play a polka, won't your
A contemptious smile quivered for a
moment on Bva Marston' s lip;then nod
ding gocd-naturedly, she dashed of
into lively polka, which soon melted
the group round the piano into merry,
light-fe0ted dancers; aud Doctor Stan
ley went with the rest.
The next morning Miss Marston sat
in her own room, writing letter. Let
US peep over her shoulder at one SEN
tence:-
GAN hollow, all heartless, Miriam!
You blame me for .firting; you are not
here to see how they follow me merely
for my money, not one truet heart
among them all. There was-Har-
old
A knock at the door interrupted her.
"Coms imp and needle woman en-
tered with basket Of work.
"Good-morning," said Eva, pleasant
ly. GLOW Ii Terence this morning."
"Oh miss, it's beautiful he is to-day.
Sure, marin, Pm sorry ye've had to wait
so long for the needle-work.
"Never mind that. How could you
work with the poor fellow SO ill"
"Sure, miss, it's many one expects
their work, sick or well; and isn't Jer-
ry sitting up the day playing with his
toys ye stint him, and Pat, that l kept
home from school, minding him!"
"How much, Nary" said Eva, taking
out her purse.
ooh, miss, you don't owe Mary Dem
mis- q fsrden. There's the doctor ye
left the money TO pay, and the wood ye
stint, and the praties and milk, and the
money ye gave me last week; sure miss,
it's in your debt l am for the rest of my |
life."
"Miss Eva said the poor Irish
needle woman, and then stopped.
"Well, Maryf"
"Sure, miss, you do so much good
with your money, I'm ashamed to tell
you"
"Tell me WHAT"
Well, miss it's about the young
gentleman that's rinted my room. You
mind where the wilder died last au-
tumn. He came a week back, miss, and
he niver comes down stairs for three
days; so this morning l wint up, and
he's sick with fever, out of his head
entirely, miss. II you would come now"
"Wait, Mary I'll 20 with you."
"He's dreadful poor, | think miss,
or it's little Notwithstanding but q
bed, and table, and chair, and no
trunk at all but bit of carpet bag"
Throwing of her rich silk wrapper,
Eva put on dark gray dress and
. oak, aud added q close silk bonnet
with thick veil.
"Come Mary"