Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-09-07

'You are wise in your own generation" says
ne. with passing smile, ''and sound in your
proverbs"
"You don't express much regret, at all
| events" says she, with q shrill laugh. II am
wise in this, at least, that don't care about
dividing my husbands affections with another
That little girl to whom you give your whole
| time will, no doubt. be glad to share with you
your $500 year."
| This is unbeerable.
III You allude to Miss Dene, says he quietly
though his face is pale and his ewes flashing.
| II do not think she gives her entire thoughts
to money $500 year, however, would.
acknowledge, be but poor thing to lay at her
feet am glad, therefore, that it is now in
| my power to offer her f14.000"
WHAT" says Miss Moreland She takes
step forward. Dismay, CONSERVATION discom-
hcture are all largely knit ON her astonished
| Lord Farnham died at 10 o'clock last night.
Contrary to my expectations he has left me
every penny he possessed" He bows and moves
toward the door.
"Stay-one moment" gasps Miss Morland. If
she has even one small grain of hope left that
she may still be Lady Farnham his next words
| destroy it.
| You must pardon me-" says he; al have an
appointment with Miss Dene. She has not yet
| carefuily-preserved old beau as he most oppor-
| tunely enters the room, permit me to con-
| graduate you. Miss Moriand has Just informed
me OF your engagement to her. l feel she has
done wisely indeed. With much humility l
confess myself very much the worst man of
| the twop'
| He laughs and hurries away to find Dorothy
waiting for him in that little sacred spot he had
named Arcadia yesterday. Sho rises he
comes toward her and turns deadly white
| that he is afraid she is going to faint
| at is all rightr' cries he, joyously, to re-
| assure her. A little cry escapes her. She
| would have gone to him, but her limbs refuse
| TO obey her and If he had not caught her in his
arms she would have fallen. There is no re-
storative power SO effectual lovers kiss.
Dorothy is presently her charming self again.
''Oh. how did it bappen2" cries she, rap
turously. II prayed for il all last night but
somehow l never had much hope. She has
given you up, then? Realty"
Really and truly
sob. how could sher' leaning back from
him to gaze into his dear face, tine handsomest
| In the world 10 her.
well, it appears she could quite easily
says he, with happy hugh. You may think
such youthful Adonis AZ my Lord Tottenham
even you must allow that ought to take a
| back seat"
'Do you mean to tell me-" with growing in
dignation, that she has given you up for Lord
| Tottenham?"
"Even so, my good child"
"Pouf! She's a fool. She's not worth vast
ing words upon," says Miss Dene, with scornful
conviction.
That's what 1 think. Let's talk of our.
selves" says he.
'Oh. as for that" says she, turning suddenly
| very dismal and trying to give her head the
properly detected droop. II dare say you will
be sorry about all this later on. L have not
been good friend to you" with heavy sigh
land that's the truth"
What am going to be sorry about?"
| You know! You said yesterday that il
| would be dreadful to live on $500 year"
so it would with Miss Morland-not with
you."
"Ah! That is all very well now But said
something about it to father last week-no
| about you and me, you know, but about things
generally-and he said that when people with
out money married other people without money
1t was madness!" This rather involved sen
tence she gives forth with great solemnity.
What a lot he said,' exclaims Lord Farm
ham with affected admiration. But, after all
| it seems to me he didn't know what he wal
talking about. The real question is, Dorothy,
whether you could be happy with me, ever
| though we both were poor?
"Oh, darling!w what horrid question! DOM
you know that if had ten thousand a year.
this seems to be the utmost height Of hel
ambition-.'and not you, 1 should be the mos
wretched girl alive"
swell, you shall have more than that with
me-" cries he, folding his arms around hel
with tender excess of passion, and with hi,
soul full OF unspoken gratitude for this loving
heart that has been given him to perfect hi
life.
| Then he tella har all - R,r fbo Duchess