Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-03-19

pretty to see how pleased Mrs. Blake Is that he
should like the friend whom she adores What
child she Is!
She has been unusually quiet tonight. 1
thought she would be pleased to have her friend
spoken of; 1T is subject of which hitherto she
has never wearied.
Miss Arklay Is charming tonight" I said.
" Don evidently finds her so. What comfort
It must be to y you. Mrs; ; Blake. to have your
toward each other know a fellow who has
pitched battle with his wife's cherished friend
every time she enters the house, and stormy
time with his wife when she leaves"
"How stupid OF h1m!" she said-no, she
snapped. was astonished. Inever knew Mrs.
Blake to Ps out Of temper nefore,witnout any
probably the hot day. I'm afraid your head
aches,r l said, pleasantly. "You look pale.
Don doesn't take enough care Of yeu I'm
afraid
"He does. I'm not pale. My head Doesn't
ache:" and there was no doubt she was In a
downright passion as she got up and dew into
the house. HysteTia, evidently.
Mrs Blake has not much power OF self-re-
preston. II she were hurt bodily or mentally
she r,o would always va cry out. Presently Miss
usual stroll and smoke. Pretty soon he began
IN confqentiai tone: Tin glad you're not
struck with Miss Arklay: was afraid you
her down. A doctor should always marry a
rich woman and Miss Arklay has not a cent
Avoid her. my dearest fellow, avoid her."
Much obliged for your interest il my af-
fairs said: but all the same l was rather
nettled.
"Oh, it's all right" he said, In his easy, light
way. you've set my mind at rest. A poor
doctor hampered with wife aud family is
pitiable object
nm not exactly pauper."
you've no business TO marry for years Have
another cigar? and We may as well so round
the cliffs"
glanced back at the cottage The curtains
Were not Drawn, and could see plainly through
the bread, low window. Mrs. Blake was NOV
Ing about, arranging or disarrangIng every
thing on the Lnantel and tables. Miss Arklay
was at the piano. Though | do not like her she
is an undeniably lovely and graceful girl-no,
woman: insenslbly the broader, finer word con-
meets itself with her. like to see women wear
white, and she seldom appears in anything else.
Don got impatient ana took my arm TO 60 ON.
Lets go In, Senior Don" said l.
III.
WHAT ELEANOR SAYS.
was thinking OF Dr.. Sheffield-or rather of
his looks. have always had fancy that peO-
pie grow 10 1T their names, and / should any
where have guessed his name TO be Arthur Ii
were an artist could not rest till had ainted
MIN as the BlaneleSS King. And then he came
In through the open window SO suddenly as to
startle me. IL came in SO on my thoughts. The
next moment almost laughed at the incon-
gruity, Tor ne Is the last man to associate with
dream That is something OF which ne does
not know the meaning. l DO not believe he
ever thinks of anything outside Of his profess
sion. Venus herself would not bore him unless
she presented herself with some new and CON-
plicated disorder.
Ee came toward the piano. to my surprise,
for 1t has been mutual case OF DR.. Fell and
he made me think more than ever OF King Ar
thur, In spite OF the absurdity or 1t. l wonder
how 1t is his face has that lock as though it
could never be really OLD? "lou did not go
FAR Tonight. Has not Mr.. Blake been as at
tractive as usual?' said L. Il never saw him
look handSOmer."
HE quite turned MY head with his beauty"
answered DR.. Sheffield gTavely. His charms
and the moonlight were fast getting TOO much
for me-"
so you flee to where there is neither moon
He really looked interested. 1 don't believe
he was thinking OF a case. But before he
could speak Mr. Blake's voice said Il say,
Arthur, hunt up Mrs. Blake'5 shawl for her.
You were with her on the piazza. and my vile
suspects you OF having purloined her property"
And DR.. Sheffield obediently went, while Mr..
Blake took his place.
like Mr.. Blake but just then 90 wish
Kitty would not lose her things so! He began
IN confidential tone-s0 confidential,
stranger might have thought he was making
love: "Im ambitious for Sheffield. It's TOO hot
to be ambitious for my self, so, like Mark Twain.
l employ an agent. I've great hopes for
Arthur. particularly as long as he remains
what would Kitty think Of that senti-
ment?" raising my voice so she could hear.
like to see the dimples come In her dear little
baby-face: but she was talking with Or. Shelf
field ana did not hear.
s.Oh, I'm differeat. Sheffield is a bigger man,
but he's Just tie fellow to be swamped BY a
AN women are not Rosamond5," said In
dignant1y.
Fit would De bad tAing for her, too. Doc
tors rarely get rich, ara the wife or poor doc
ter has an unenyiable lot. No; my anpJion-
by proxy-dies If Sheffield mGrrtes.''
And then 1t flashed across me that 1t meant
to warn me. glanced suddenly up, and saw
scarlet.
THE wife OF a poor doctor!n ne went on
meditatiyely. What cTamped, wret3hed life
It would be, Household worries, no society
10 pleasures, constant struggle nom hand &c
| mouth
al am tired, and think will say good night,
| said, and took particular C3rt-iL was siinDiy
| To slow him resented his Weli-meant nut
| mistaken c2unselS-t0 say goodnight as S1eetly
| as could TO King Arthur.
| ".
| WHAT DONALD SAYS
1t was the anniversary Of our wedding day
| KITTY did not speak OF IL. OF course could no
| let the DAY go ny unnoticed, so brought homt
pearl cross l thought size would fancy {"
suppose you've forgotten What day 1t Isl" | SAIL
| as laid IL In her lap.
| "FOrgoiteni" she repeated: 81 have beer
thinking OF II al day.
''Do you ike it," asked, for she did not ga,
word about the cross, only sat looking at it
nnen s h, looked at me, and TO my astonlsh
'1t's year ago, Don,' she began in breath
less, earnest way: Have you ever regretted
would you stiH say to me what you did tneas
"Why, Kitty" was all could say, and for
moment thought the not weather mad affectat
her brain.
IF 1t q so, Oh, Don dear, believe me, woulC
bear It, She is so much more worthy your low
than l, and how could you have helped caring
Tor her? My only prayer would be for you
happiness. for the happiness OF you both, ant
that l might die to give It you. could no
want to live then, you know"
kitty, Kitty" l cried, half frightened at thi
solemnity-from Kitty, whose dimples ar
never absent-even though l could not under
stand her. "Dear, my one prayer In regard T.
death would be that might die first. If 1t wer
not that know the blank 1t would make life t
you. as it Is, Oh, my dear, let us pray that "