Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-03-06

y hope you viii be arm. Meta Re-
member that you have been the IN
jured party throughout. From the
time your poor papa died have had
every reason to believe Mr.. Tucker
would make you and your sister she
heiress or his property. he wor-
shipped your aunt. and he never spoke
Of any relatives OF his own till this
nephew appeared. / believe there
was some quarrel between the broth
ers that ended in the younger one gong
West, while John. the elder, remained
here At all events it is very clear
now that Morris would have been heir
to the business and property if this
failure had not happened. You are to
be congratulated that it came before
the wedding, instead Of after"
Meta shrugged her shoulders.
'Yes! Love in q cottage is not In
my styleP' And while she spoke the
bell rang. and she knew her lover was
waiting to test her cold, worldly heart
She sauntered with easy grace into the
drawlng-room. while upstairs in her
own room her sister Clarice wept for
the pain that was to fall upon Morris
fuckers heart.
She was brown-eyed, golden-haired
girl, whose quiet, unpretending charms
had long been overshadowed by the
more brilliant beauty of her sister
Meta. She was timid to fault, and
was her mothers greatest affection in
her career of fashionable gayety. Her
beauty was of the delicate order that
does not strike at first glance, and her
affections were carefully hidden in her
shrinking. gentle heart.
She had given John Tucker true love
since she was mere baby and sat
upon his knee, playing with his watch
chain. She had never thought of his
money, and when Morris came she was
only glad that her dear old uncle. as
she called him, was to have compan-
ion and friend. She had never ques-
TONED her heart about Morris Tucker,
rejoicing sincerely when his engage
ment with Meta drew him into nearer
brotherly relations with herself.
Shyly as she had liked him. so she
crept away to weep for him. The
utter heartlessness that would throw
him aside in his trouble was only
comprehensive to her from knowing
well how her mother and sister wor-
shipped wealth.
She heard the door of the drawing
room open. and her sisters voice say
coldly:
Good evening, Mr.. Tucker. Y,u
have my best wishes for your future
success"
Then voice as cold and naughty
answered:
Thank you. have the honor to
wish you good evening""
The drawing-room door closed. and
Clarice could see Morris standing
under the hall lamp. silent and evil
IDENTIFY wishing to recover somewhat
from the pain of the trying interview
before going into the street. He was
very pale, and the brightness that had
formed one of the greatest attractions
Of his face was all stricken from 1t.
The sad, pallid face conquered al
Clarice's shyness. With a sudden,
irresistible impulse she glided down
the stairs and stood beside Morris. He
did not hear the light foot fall upon
the thick carpet, nor see that he was
not alone until q soft touch on his arm
startled him. Looking down he saw
q sweet, pleading face, soft brown eyes.
misty with unshed tears, raised to his
own, while ClarIce said, in low voice:
s.Morris, I must tell you how sorry
feel for you and Uncle John"
Thank you, he said, gravely, COW
ering the little white hand upon his
arm with his own; II win ten my
uncle what you say"
Tell him." she said, earnestly,
that he has no friend who loves him
more truly than / do-no one who