The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-09-29


Miss Window composed the air. l YVES
surprised on reading them to find SO EyGle
! of the dreamy pathos that seemed to per-
| wade them, when Miss Window sang
them.
Sweetheart of mine, labped in the gloom lie
| Mid bitter thoughts. Yet dear, will rejoice,
| II it be SO, that must make the choice,
| To take my love and let tho world go by,
Sweetheart of mine.
Sweetheart of mine, far through the silent night
My heart turns toward my darling where she
| lies,
To breathe q kiss upon her fast shut eyes,
And fill her sleep with happy dreams and
bright,
Sweetheart of mine
Sweetheart Of mine, whatever may befall
| Come veal come woe; come pleasure or come
pain:
Sorrows shall beat upon my heart in vain;
| Your perfect love is recompense for all
Sweetheart of mine.
When the last notes had died away
there was an eloquent silence. / mentally
followed Goldsmith's example and handed
the young lady my hat. But the ire
pressible Raeburne could not long be
muzZled.
Thanks awfully, Laura" he said. Il
could sit here forever to listen to you.
Could not you, Miss Clyde?7
Hardly forever, unless was 'deuced-
ly fond of her, !" replied Kitty, merrily.
l joined Kitty's laugh this time, though
in truth the joke was getting shop worn.
But it's just as well to have Fred squelch-
ed once in a while. If not he's apt to be-
come so dreadfully universal.
Miss Windon, with little sigh, put
down the banjo, and, rising, said with an
expressive glance at Raeburne: 81 really
must 60 Thank you very much for my
pleasant afternoon, Miss Clyde. May l.
may say Kitty"
THAT you may" responded our little
hostess heartily. Il shall be only too
pleased to have you"
Miss Window strolled over to tho win
dow and began drawing on her gloves.
Glow strangely few simple notes can
affect one, " said I, assuming my favorite
Colossus of Rhodes attitude before the
fire. II remember in Paris once being
awakened by a hand organ playing Homo,
Sweet Home beneath my window, and do
you know
'There is somebody going to play
Home, Sweet Home, beneath this win
dow, " cried Miss Window, starting back
from the easement, out of which she had
been pensively gazing as she buttoned
her glove.
whats the matterf" cried Kitty, hast
ening toward the evidently disturbed
| damsel.
Mrs. Rutledge's carriage is at the
| door," exclaimed the latter ''She prom
ised to call for me. Oh, dear, what shall
do? She viii be simply furious if she
finds Fred here"
ooh, never mind her" said Kitty reas-
suringly. 'She won't come up. She'll
send the footinan."
''Oh, yes, she will, said Miss Window.
"Seo, she exclaimed, peeping cautiously
from the window. there she is getting
out-and-yes-she's coming right into
| the house.
| There was no doubt about it, In
moment we heard the elevator boy out
side.
''That door, ma'am, No. G."
"Thank you. Yes" & harsh voice re-
sponded, II see the name on the door"
And then there came loud, authorita-
open, as it had bsen when we came up.
There was a moment for elaboration
looked around.
1.-THE screeni' I whispered to Kitty.
''The very thing" she murmured back.
''But, no. Mrs. Rutledge is regular
mouser. Whenever she comes here with
Laura she invariably prowls over the
whole place and pokes into everything.
"Rat-tat-tatl" came from the door
mistakenly.
II have it, !" came all at once from Kitty
in an exaggerated stage whisper. Here,
Laura. Take your chair at once. So.
Now, then, Nh. Raeburne, stand here.
Hurry, Malcolm, help me to roll the screen
around him. On your knees, Mr.. Raeburne,
You can pray o little in the meanwhile, if
you want to, for our escape. You might
do something to assist the general effort. "
With this, and having Raebulne fairly
imprisoned. she proceeded to throw over
the screen q heavy portiere, which was
one of the properties, SO to speak, Of her
atelier.
Don't you dare even to Breathe" was
her parting injunction to poor Fred.
I'm not likely to- came in smothered
tones from under the picture. sA-chool
Whewi How dusty that curtain isl"
Rat-tat-tat- bangl came from the door,
And then hand ratified the knob i'm
patiently.
"What shall do with YOU, Malcolm?"
gasped Kitty. "Ob, know. Here, hurry.
| Take this cloak, producing an immense,
1ingy, red affair. "Now, the hat" cram
ming big, tapping Mexican arrangement
over both eyes and ears. Now, this
dagger There. stand in this dark corner,
with your face 10 the wall, and try to look
wooden-no, don't try; just look natural
and you'll do
Having got me thus thoroughly dis
guised as lay figure the little woman
turned with an elaborate courtesy in the
direction of the door.
Now, madam. she said, II am at your
service"
She stuck paint brush across her
mouth in business like fashion, hung her
palette on her thumb and opened the
door.
"Oh, Mrs Rutledge-you-Fm so sorry
to have kept you waiting" ULfeigned
surprise was in every tone OF hitty's
short speech.
Mrs. Rutledge bowed without saying
anything in reply, and walked majestically
into the room. amid prodigous rustling
of silks. She surveyed the apartment fol
moment q could see her in small mirror
that hung on the wall directly in front Of
mel, shifted once or twice and then asked
abruptly:
''ls there any one else heref'
Only Miss Window. as you see
madam" responded Kitty, innocently.
Who's been smokingf' demanded Mrs
Rutledre. with another sniff.