Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-05-20

way clear. He wanted ID lie suko that
she cared for him frsk
Cared Cox him Il he could have
known how truly and fondly the bean
tilul girl loved him, earth would have
been 10 him heaven. And why should
she not love him EinlWart and strong,
true and brave. healkhfnI and hand-
some, and tender and kind, he was her
beau ideal Of true manhood her knight,
her prince.
How bright and joyous we're the days,
how sweet and enjoyable the evenings
Arthur resolved that he would know his
fate. He looked the matter squarely In
the face, and made his calculations. In
September be was 70 enter his Office in
New York, and influential friends had
promised to assist him IN business. He
he would be able TO support q wife. il
Kate would have him, and wait year.
he could work with q will. He would
speak before another night shut IN upon
him.
Before that night came Arthur and
Kate, in their rambling, met Charles
Dabney Of New York. Dabney had
been Arthur's classmate in college.
Hates hand trembled on her compan-
ions arm, and as he advanced to speak
with his friend she turned away, and
waited for him until be came back.
Dear old Charley r he said I'VE
were chums in college. / must run
over TO the hotel and see him after
tea"
A cloud was for the time upon the
beautiful face-a cloud Of anxiety and
unrest but she soon banished IL, and
was as bright as before.
After tea Arthur went over 10 the
hotel as he had promised. A brief In
terchange Of fraternal greetings. and
then Dabney burst forth:
Look here, old fellow. how IN the
name OF wonder did you manage to get
the heiress under your wing ?"
The heiress2 2" repeated Arthur,
wonderingly.
.'Aye-Miss Cornelissen-the lady
you were with this afternoon. She
didn't recognize me, though am sure
she knew me.
Miss Cornelissen r. echoed our hero.
"What do you mean, Charley? You
have mistaken the person.
'sWhat do you mean, Arthur? Bless
my soul one is not likely to forget that
beautiful face, nor to confound another
with it.
'sThe lady You saw in my company
this afternoon was Miss Burbank Of New
York, an orphan, whom friends recon-
mended to my uncle, the rector"
Charles Dabney drew long breath,
and then whistled.
ssForgive me, Arty. Perhaps I've
put my foot in III; but it cant be helped
now. / will tell you the truth, and you
can govern yourself accordingly. e
may be well that you should be on your
guard. remember now, the lady has
q middle name. Her mothers maiden
meme was Burbank. Miss Kate Bur-
bank Cornelissen was the lady saw
upon your arm. Her father was Hen
drick Cornelissen, the old East India
trader and ship owner. who died four
years ago leaving his only child heiress
TO three millions. A year ago she came
into full possession, and she has fed to
this seclued nook to escape the syco-
plants and noodles that beset her on
every hand. I understand IL now.
Goodness, gracious I just think Of it,
old fellow. A girl like that, sole mis-
tress Of three million dollars And be
sure it's safely invested, every dollar Of
it T.
Arthur Grafton returned to the rec
tory in daze. He knew that Dabney
had told him the truth. Many things
were 70 him now easy Of understanding
which had before been misty aud hid
den. On reaching the house he pro-
fessed TO have q headache. and he re-
tired early 10 his chamber. He was an
upright and honorable man, and when
he began to reflect and consider, he was
guided mainly by his sense OF right and
Justice, with manly independence.
The name of Cornelissen was very IA
miliar. It had been Hendrick Cornelis-
sen who had established and richly en-
doWed b professorship in the college &c
which he had graduated. And he was
aware that among all the wealthy de-
scendants Of the old PATRONS none had
clearer title 10 aristocratic rank than had
this same family.
Then how, in honor, could he offer
his hand 10 the inheritor of his patrons
millions-he, with not 3 dollar IN the
world he could call his own--fOr he was
owing for tuition rather more than he
possessed of money how could he do
IL? He could not He would not !
On the following morning, Is Kate
looked out from her chamber window.
she saw Arthur walking in the garden.
His step was slow and dragging, his
head was bent, and his hands were
folded behind him. Certainly he looked
far from happy. When she came down
into the little sitting-ro0m, where the
piano was. she found the rector and his
vile there, looking strangely uncomfort-
able and peEplexed.
Something has happened-we don't
know what, said Mr. Edgarton, in an
swer to her earnest questioning.
Arthur Is going back to New York at
once he says to-day.
ssBut I thought he was 10 stay until
September"