The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-02-18
Heiress Hunting.

!
! how things are arranged very strange
ly in this world! l can't understand
what it all means. nor what l have
done that should be rich and courted
while Justine Maynard, who was my
classmate at Mime. Paulini's. trim,
dresses for living. She isn't to blame
because her guardian was villain.
deserve no credit for the skillfu
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
Maynard blood in her veins for that
I'll 60 and see her,"
And Elite Hall ran up stairs into q
little boudoir to tie on her hat just
as she came out the maid brought up a
card on a silver salver.
Elites tell-tale eyes sparkled as 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 to the opera
tonight Florine has box and
Salterille will sing. Yours, ever
devotedly. M. F.
please, ma'am," said Barbara, the
maid. "the man is waiting for an
answer"
Elite caught up sheet of pink note
paper, monogrammed in gold, and
hurriedly scrubbed upon it the one
word yes"
"Give that to him." she said and
hurried of.
Justine Maynard's little room was
no luxuriously appointed nest of lace
and gold and Administer. Bare and
cold. and poverty-stricken, its crack
ed walls and sloping roof gained no
glow from the rosy sunset; and Justine
herself lay on the bed. with hands
pressed to her throbbing forehead.
"Only a headache, DEAR" she said,
essaying a faint smile, as Elite Hall
hurried toward her. THAT is all. And
have been little worried with the
landlord; he will be back presently for
the money that i shall not be able to
give him. If he would wait only until
tomorrow.
'.Let me pay him, Justine"
II am not beggar yet, Ettie-nay,
do not look hurt l know how tender
and large souled you are; but have
never yet accepted charity, even from
so dear friend as you, and never
will-no. not if I die first. Tomorrow
I can take that satin dress home and
receive $40 for making it. That wal
set me all right. I should have re-
turned it tonight but this pain makes
mere child of me-"
Elite turned, and for the first time
saw 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 toilsome plying of her needle, a
dressmaker, poorly paid. and stung by
many chance word and sheer.
Justine" she said, 'Tve an idea I'll
take this dress home for you. I'll get
the money and bring it back"
Nonsense. Ettiep'
Every good sense. on the contrary
And Elite deftly placed it within sheets
of brown paper wrapping and tied it
up.
Come, where is it to gop''
$40 Miss Fernley, in Middleton
square. Oh, Elite! how can ever pay
you ali your kindnessp''
Elite was tying dark brown veil so
closely over her hat that Justine May
nard never saw the deep dye ON her
cheek. She was almost sorry she had
offered to take Florine Fernley's new
dress home. For second her pesolu-
ton wavered, and then she reproached
herself for even that seconds indeci-
sion.
'I'H be back very soon. DEAR" she
said, STOPPING to press her cool lips to
Justine's fevered brow. "And I'll bring
the money, too, or I mistake my own
talent at the collecting 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 long walk, for
the Fernley's lived in Middleton square.
but few blocks distant.
And Elite went up the steps of the
marble-fronted mansion, wondering if
she could see Markham.
Elite Hall was not certain, but she
was beginning to suspect that she liked
the handsome young fellow. whose
dark eyes and jetty curls were such
to her own blonde beauty.
Nor was she altogether displeased with |
the curious adventure which was lead
ing her toward him.
A smart blue-ribboned maid came
to the door.
Eyes. Miss Fernley was at home,"
and with supercilious insolence
which made Elite blood boil. the girl |
pointed up dark stairway.
Just up there and you'll find her.
First door. to the lef..."
Miss Elite Hall followed the direc-
lions and found herself in twilight
apartment where draped mirrors, and
sweet, faint scents betrayed manifold
mysteries of young lady's toilet.
whats wantingp Why can't
have my nap in peaceP' querulously
demanded Florine Fernley's voice.
''Oh. it is that everlasting dressma-
ker. Mark! Mark! l want $40"
$50 do $50. OO0." retorted fa-
miliar voice from the next room. "But
can't have all want"
You borrowed 20 of me to hire
hat nonsensical opera box.'
THAT was business, my DEAR"
Business! Nonsense! Give me my
money. I say" frctted Florine.
Eyes. business, my girl. Heiress-