Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-04-20
EASTER NIOLETS.
1.-THE GUILD.


Young DR.. Nasebys young parishioners had
formed a very young charity guild. and having
rented their headquarters in properly squalid
part of New York, the question arose as to the
choice of name. Miss Van Coyte. great
heiress, who had literary pretensions, proposed
, The Eleemosynary." But How do you
spell it!" came SO patty from Mr.. Kilbraith, an
lmpecunious journalist, whose fame was yet
obscure, that the motion died of its own alb
surdity. This Mr.. Kilbrath was a broad
shouldered young man who carried his strength
somewhat loosely, who was of the compile ion
known as sandy" and whose prematurely
lined face was not overhandsome, but very ex-
pressive.
young lady, rightly patterned on an English
horseWoman made the next proposal-''The
Victoria. Then school CIR! proposed Gentle
Deeds, and thoughtless fellow suggested
me Jolly Mariners" and being met with
derisive laughter blushed very creditably. But
at last up spoke Charlie Bond--Bond, the rich
STOCK broker, handsome man. shining with
prosperity. from the latest thing III necktes'
WIN black pearl i'll it. down the correct waist
coat and unwrinkled marvel of the London
trousers. to the points of his glossy boots. as
raklsh as the yacht he owned. Charlie held up
DIT OF cardboard on which was emblazone a
oy linany gorgeous monogram II mere,
said he, tracing out the involutions with his
L. DEMONSTRATED Refreshment and Enter
tainment Organization
Oily Chittenden. young man possessed OF
harmless intentions feeble intellect. and a
father whose pocketbook was practically bot
tomless. raised jubilant You've hit It, Char
lie, while DR.. Naseby nodded approval and
smiled his discreet smile. In another second
the guild would have been christened. but Nil
braith. the prOfane remarked with irritating
distinctness and without changing the angle at
which he lOunged against the piano, The peo-
pie will take us for patent health-food con-
Germ"
What the deuce do you mean?" exclaimed
Bond, angrily.
why, consolidated refreshment,'" answer
ed kilbraith. quietly.
No" said Bond getting very excited and
red, consolidated organization.
'Nobody's going to travel mile to read or
ganization when refreshment' is placed SO hap
PLY near said Kilbraith. well, if our paper
goes into Wall street. &C. r. & f. o. has the
right stock-market ring"
Somebody Uttered and the boy who had
been laughed at roared outright to vent his
own wounded pride Oh the next unfortunate.
as was quite proper. Mr.. Bond scowled terribly
and the situation was becoming oppressive,
when there CHANGED to fall just at DR.. Naseby IS
feet little bunch of violets that had been nest
ling In the front of young lady's dress. That
young lady was very pretty and her name was
Kathleen Bryce. The clergyman picked them
up, tested their fragrance. and suddenly per-
ceiyed a way out of the dilemma. AS Miss
Bryce has been mainly instrumental in found
ing the guild he said. why no. call it after
her flower! What do you say to the Violet
Guiid?' It's quite simple, and quite appropri-
ate TO the notion Miss Bryce has already ex-
pressed of giving few flowers to the poor
people on Easter day"
Bond softened at once and looking pointedly
at Miss Bryce cried. Capital" and the ladies
deicately capped their hands. But Miss Bryce,
who was girl of about twenty-five. slight and
fair, with beautiful big brown eyes. protested:
''Oh, don't let us have anything personal,
please.
Then Mr.. Kilhraith said, half unwilingly,
and as If approving only because there was no
possible room for objection. There's nothing
personal about vOets: every girl YOU meet has
them stuck about her"
When DR.. Naseby. turning to Kathleen with
his admirable fusion of dignity and gallantry,
declared. I'm glad the name comes from yon.
even indirectly. for the whole good work is
yours. Charlie Bond watched him closely; for
Bond. as all his friends knew, was paving des-
perate suit to Miss Bryce.
Il say, Charlie whispered his friend Oily,
why don't you come to the point and decide
matters? Everybody knows how rich You are. "
Rich echoed Bond, dismallv What's
that? Why, old Bryce has ten millions. What 5
money to girl like that"
Ihereupon Oily produced unconsciously a
charming sarcasm on matrimony: Il say. Char
lie, l ii go for poor girl. after all because then
"
kllbralth, oyerhearing this guileess bitter
ness. sauntered toward Miss Bryce and repeated
1t. She merely availed herself of that great
safeguard of peaceful social intercourse. a
meaningless laugh. But the laugh of a
pretty woman may bear interpret aton, Dr.
Naseby regarded her with intensity, Bond
with jealous anxiety, but Kibraith darted off
to open the piano. for this was an entertain
ment evening and there would presently be an
influx of hulking half-grown boys, shy women
and dirty children.
| DIR. Naseby," asked Bond, looking after him,
| do You think kilbraith. as newspaper man,
can have the time Or the talent to be an efficient
member of our guild?"
| Well answered DR.. Naseby struggling TO
be fair, II have left the membership of the
guild mainly in the hands of Miss Bryce. who
practically founded it. What do you say, Miss
! Bryce"
Kathleen knew she was facing question by
| which two jealous and distracted lovers hoped
| to test her feelings toward the object of their
| common aversion. and that object was the only
man she really cared for i'll the wide world
Well, we must all admit that Mr.. kilbraith
| has been of more practical service in the guild
than anybody else, and he entices the people in
quite wonderfully" she replied, regarding the
two gentlemen with little SOUtre liz that
! discouraged further conversation Oh that sub
ject.
Miss Van Coyte, who affected freemasonry
with literary people, called out, loosely. Mr.
hllDralth. we are wondering what prompts you
| to belong to the guild"
On" replied kilbrath. retiring with the
rest behind the piano, the benches in front
were filling up with the ragged poor of the
| neighborhOod, Il come here for the company
Thanks, awfully, I'm sure" said Bond sar-
castically. and giving meaning look around
! the circle.
Don't trouble yourself" answered Kilbraith
coolly, while seating Miss Bryce at the piano,
and turning to the opening music; II mean the
company on the other side of the piano, not on
THIS. Ready, Miss Bryce?"
U-KILBRAITHS POSITION.
The Violet Guild was fourishing and Miss
Bryce continually employed Mr.. Kilbraith in
looking after her poor people, whom he man
aged with great success. Summoned by little
note, he would meet the young lady in her own
dainty sittIng-room, but with a careless or
sometimes with stern air. One morning
when she had sent for him as usual, he crossed
DR.. Naseby who was just leaving the house,
then nearly stumbled over huge basket of or
chids bearing Charlie Bonds card which made
him little sterner that morning than ever be-
fore. Kathleen, after taking guild for a while.
remarked, Miss Van Coyte is going to marry
Mr.. Forshay, the young poet"
Il hope, said Kilbraith, THAT Forshay has
something beside his poetry to offer an oil
kings daughter. She has been brought I'D to
esteem, if not money itself, the qualities that
go to money-making. She'll miss the enter