The Wilmingtonian., 1885-06-27

said.
"Quite right" she answered. ''It was
the only place. told you l lived at the
Miramon. So | do. l am the pastry
cook -
'This is queer joke of yours" he said.
He was embarrassed.
"Oh, it is, is it ? Shall show you my
cooks cap and molding-board ?"
'T don't believe it, by heaven ! You
speak French like native, and you sing
like an angel"
EXACTLY" she answered, in a cold, even
tone; ''that is my amusement learning
French and music"
He smiled pitiably: ''Don't jest with this
rubbish. You are the most perfect lady l
know. Your good blood, even your pretty
dresses -"
"Pretty dresses Yes, they ought to be
pretty earned them. Pastry cooks get
good wages"
He paced up and down the room. He
was bewldered, he was wrathful.
"Why do you stalk back and forth iu
that stupid way ?" she said. sit is the
truth tell you. You asked to come and
see me at my house. l told you might, |
wanted to see how you would hear it. You
thought was lady. am lady, and as
good as those women whose proudest boast
is that they do not know how to do any
thing useful, am as proud, as they are,
| too. Mr.. Miramon, | don't ask you to con-
tinue my acquaintance, l don't ask any
thing Time is passing, have the honor TO
bid you good-by."
He stepped in front of her. "What if l
won't go % he said.
Helen rested her hand upon the haircoth
sofa 1t was the only friend she had.
81 wish you would go, she said in a
voice that was weak aud full of pain.
I. ere is nothing more to know II is just
as tell you, have not even good blood,
as you call it, My parents were Irish
emigrants. have worked for my bread
since was fourteen" (Voice firmer,) 81
can cook. can do it we'll, thank fortune,
and earn my living, and something more.
| The tricks of manner, the education, the
music, the trivial accomplishments that
pleased you, have picked mp in my leisure
time. l am glad they pleased you. But
there is not human creature whom | can
have for a familiar friend. could not
mngle with-with the only people who are
about me the year round. was SO lonely
at first, great heaven Then l turned to
my music. II is to me what home and
family and friends would have been if | had
| 1. Al, r in
room, hour alter hour alone in the night.
The noise does not disturb anybody in our
servants wing. l was not unhappy, be-
fore. Out in the world everybody would
be my enemy. You yourself, if you had
not found me so alone there in the country,
if you had found me protected by friends
as other girls are-you would not have
dared to approach me as you did, with nj
introduction, no credentials"
eyes 1 would" he said. 81 can answer
that, at least. After seeing you in the little
church that Sunday, and hearing you sing
l would have gone any length to see yor
again"
The willy speech pleased her. Sic smiled
"a faint sweet smile,
at was pleasant acquaintance, at an!
rate, she said. 81 shall never forget it
was taking my vacation in the country.
Her face darkened again. There wer
pain and love and longing in it, and Miramol
saw it, though she looked so PERSISTENT
, at tie geometric patterns in the ugly cal
n p.
Q NoV.,' is right" she said, 'nothinl
d that 49,"
k She held out her ha,., uGood Inv NJ,
n Miramon. need not tell you ~ 60 oon,
back again. You would not, in any ,os,
i. Perhaps you will not m ind taking a pasti
d cooks hand for once"
Still he did not move. Helen wavered
moment, then sank upon the grim old soG
IL and buried her face in her hands. 81
n murmured:
:. "oh, my God Go away Don't yc
see you are killing me ?'
d In was not exactly an invitation to {
d away that young man would have bee
1t likely to accept But he did not go nei
the girl. Do not think the less of him f
that, at least if you can help it. He was
Mramon. There had been snobs in Il
It race, but no heroes since the days whC
" Daniel Mirmon, blacksmith, had attacked
raving mad dog with a red-hot iron, al
er killed him and saved a great nobleman
p children from horrible death, and got
grant of land for it on the Hudson. B
if there were drops ofstrong blood in his desce
10 dants still.
Albert Miramon took turn through Il
es forlorn room. He twirled his long mustacL
and there was look of great perplexity
d. his face. Then it passed away, and
We stepped before Helen. He raised her
his arms, he drew her hands away from h
er face, he kissed her lips and eyes. Aud
d. said, very soberly and slowly:
pt "Helen, will never go away from 20
as love you, and know now that you 10
Ie me. So whose business is it ?''
40 He had true blood, true pride in hi
a after all. There are no classes in AmeriC
his The rest Well, there were wodd
so cards, engraved with double "M'' mon
of gram, and the last of all, perhaps the bC
a. of all, is, if you please, that it is no fictic
but really true story.
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