Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1888-01-19
Heiress Hunting.

VII 10 cNSb "hN ""o a"J
classmate ut Nine Paulini's, trims
dresses for living. She isn't to blame
because her guardian was villain. l
deserve no credit for the skillful
management of Uncle Crotchley.
whereby my dollars all became eagles.
| only wish she would let me divide
with her but she has too much OF the
Ma, nard blood in her veins for that!
rllsgo and see her."
And Elite Hall ran up sta rs into
little boudoir to tie on her hat just
as she came out the maid brought up II
card on silver salver.
Elites lell-tale, eyes sparkled rs she
glanced at the Roman lettered inscrip-
ton on the one side:
MARKHAM FERNLEy.
And then taking it up, perused on the
reverse the following words:
May accompany you 10 the opera
tom ghl? Florine has box and
Sallerlle will sing Yours. ever
devotcdly. M. +.
PLEASE, ma am" said Barbara. the
maid, 1.-THE man is waiting for an
answer"
Elite caught up sheet OF pink note
paper, monogrammed in gold, and
hurrcdly scrubbed upon it the one
word Yes"
Give that to him." she said and
hurried oil.
Justine Maynard's little room was
DO luXuriously appointed nest Of lace
and gold and Administer. Bare and
cold, and povcrty-sIricken, It's crack
ell walls aud sIoping roof gained no
glow from the ros sunset; and Justine
herself lay ON the bed. with hands
pressed to her throbb NJ forehead.
"Oniy Il headache. DEAR she said,
essa NJ fl mt smile. rs Elite Hall
hurr eli toward her. "lhat is all. And
have been little worried with the
landlord; he W Il be back presently for
the money that shall not be able to
give him. If he would wait only until
to-murrOw.
''lcl me pay him, Justine"
81 am not a brggar Vet. Ettic-nay,
do not look hurt. | know how tender
and large souled You are; but have
never yet accepted charity. even from
80 dear II friend as you, and | never
WILLING not if Il e frs. Tomorrow
| can take that satin dress home and
receive SO for making Il. That VII
set me all right. should have re-
turned t tonight, but this pain makes
II mere child OF me "
Elite turned. and for the first time
saw a folded dress upon the table-a
robe Of wine-colored satin. richly
trimmed with costly threat lace. for
Justine Maynard earned her bread by
The 30 Isome plying of her needle, II
dressmakcr, poorly paid. and stung by
many Il chance word and snecr
Justine, she said. i've an idea I'll
take this dress home for you. I'll get
the money and bring it back"
Nonsense. Ettic!'
VERY good sense, on the contrary"
And Elite deftly placed it within sheets
of brown paper wrapping and tied it
up.
Come. where is il to go?'
40 Miss Fermley. in Middleton
square. Oh. Elite! how can l ever pay
You all our kimdmess?'
Elic was tying Il dark brown veil so
closely over her hat that Justine May
nard never saw the deep dye on her
check. She was almost sorry she had
offered to take FIOrne Fernley's new
dress home. For second her resolu-
ton wavercd. and then she reproached
herself for even that second indeci-
sion.
'l'll be back very soon. DEAR" she
said. STOPPING to press her cool lips to
Justinc's fcvcred brow. And I'll bring
the money, too. or / mistake my own
talent at the debt collect ng business"
She hurried away with the bundle
neatly balanced IN her arms, and walk
ed rapidly, lest her resolution should
fail her. 1t was not a long walk, for
the Fernlcy's lived in Middleton square
. but few blocks distant.
And Etuc went up the steps OF the
marble frOnted mansion. wondering If
she could see Markham
ELt e Hall was not certain. but she
was beginning TO suspect that she liked
the handsome young fellow, whose
dark les and jctty curls were such a
cou' .erpart to her own blonde beauty.
NJ as she altogether displeased with
Il o curious adventure which was lead
ing Ii II toward him.
"A smart, blue-ribboned maid came
to the door.
Yes. Miss Fernley was at home, +"
and with supercilious nsolcnce
which made Elite blood boil. the girl
pointed up dark stairwa
just up there and you'll find her.
First door 10 the left"
Miss Elite Hall followed the direc-
lions and found herself in twilight
apartment where draped mirrors, and
sweet, faint scents betrayed manifold
mysteries of a Dung lady's toilet.
whats wantingp Why can't l
have my nap in peace? querulousIy
demanded Florinc Fcrnley's voice.
''Oh. il is that everlasting drcssma-
ker. Mark! Mark! want $40"
So do $50 OOO." retorled a ia
miliar voice from the next room. but
l can't have all want"
lyon borrowed 20 of me 10 hire
that nonsensical opera box"
''That was business, my dear"
Business! Nousense Give me my
money. say" fretted Florine
Yes. business. my girl. Heiress,
hunting is us much bus ness as specu
lating on Wall street. and the fail
Henrietta is a fish that won't jump Al
any ordinary bait"
''Hush!' cried Florine. sharply. ant
then turn ng to tlfe soi-distant dress
maker. she 81 d.;
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