Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-12-28

on The hats, with the pistol, Wnen my nalr
got into your eyes?" Dick caught the click
OF hair-pins, and Malsie's long locks fell
about his face. You couldn't see now if
you tried ever so. Let's pretend it's only
NV wig in your eyes Tor just little longer,
for so or 60 years. Fifty's five times less
important'than 10. Can't you see that, dar-
lingo She shook her head to increase both
the darkness and the understanding.
81 see," said Dick, very contentedly.
''Oh, it's good to have you back again,
Mais!e %
ITS gooder to be back, bad boy"
And they argued that point gravely, with
interruptions; and they discussed ways and
raeaus, also with interruptions; and they
took no count of time, till Maisie said, II
haven't anv clothes. L haven't eaten any,
thing for years. 1 haven't anywhere to live
except in the little house, and the care-taker
there will be out, and 1 must 60 and be a
partv.'
whats that, dear?"
''There was a man once, said Maisie,
hairpin between her teeth, "wEo was always
irving to drag me to registrars office TO be
married. He told me that one or other OF
the parties must always give notice to the
registrar. l shall buy thick veil and be
that party. Isn't it nice TO know we've
oniy ourselves to think ol?'
Il remember that man." said Dick. 81
feel that l ought to he the party"
Never mind. Afterwards you shall beat
me. l think it would do me good. Iwa,ts
10 be beated Oh, Dick, I've been such a
bad. ,ioubie-bad villain. A villain with a
Melancolia."
'fBv Jove, that reminds me of something
I'd completely forgotten. l did a Melan-
cola before ] went"
"Ah! No! Not that word!''
Began to see, then. She's up in a corner
somewhere, and ! thought a good deal of
her at one time. What do you think?"
The voice was the voice of the man who
had told her the tale of his doings, in the
park, what time he looked 10 kick the world
before him.
SIS it the veiled canvas on the easel?"
asked Maisie.
Yes Well"
She was looking at formless SCARED blur
of paint. Somebody had used the palette
kni with deadly skill. 1t was cruel.
wicked wrong, and she could not under
stand 1t; hut for Dicks sake she must make
no sign. Her eyes were very dim, and her
voice choked with the hard-held tears as she
made answer, still gazing on the wreck:
"Oh, Dick, 1t is good 20
Dick heard the sob and took it for tribute.
Il thought you'd like it, )" he said. smiling
at her across the room; and she would have
given the world TO cry, but she came back to
his arms instead, to bid him goodby for
little while.
Dick" she said, when the long farewell
was ended, "Go YOU imagine when woman
loves man that she cares ior his work?
She loves him for himself-self-selt. Now
] must f1v. and-pIeaSe may l sing on the
staircase going down?'
There was very little thought of song in
Maisie's heart when she went out, unless it
were the old rhvme, Lord ha' mercy on
rne, TINS is none of I!' She wanted to sit
down and be quiet-yery quiet-in her half
dismantled house. Torpenhow did not ap-
pear, and the staircases were empty of life.
That's nice of him, " said Malsie, and fed
in a cab to astonish the care-taker across the
Park.
"Hullor' said Torpenhow, entering the
studio after Dick had enjoyed two blissful
hours of thought. I'm back. Are you
feeling any better"
"Torp, l don't know what to sayl Come
here" Dick coughed huskily.
"W hats the need for saying anything?
Get up and tramp"
They walked up and down as of custom,
Torpenhow's hand on Dicks shoulder.
Hoy in the world did you find it all
ou;?" said Dick. beaming.
You shouldn't go off your head if you
want to keep secrets, Dickie. 1t was abso-
lutely impertinent on my part, hut if you'd
seen me rocketng about a hal-trained
French troop-horse under blazing sun
you'd have laughed. There's going to be a
charivau in my rooms tonight. Seven
other devils"
81 know-the row in the Southern
Soudau. l surprised their councils the
other dav, and it made me unhappy. Have
Won fixed your flint to 90? Who d'you work
for?"
Haven't signed nv contracts yet. 1
wanted to see how your business would turn
OUT
would you have stayed with me, then,
fittings had gone wrong?"
Don't ask me too much. I'm only a
man."
You've tried to be an angel very sue
cessiuliy."
"Oh. ye-esl Well, do YOU at
tend the function tonight? All the men
believe the wars certainty"
"Of course I'll come. 1 haven't turned
nv back on the old life vet"
That night there was tumult on the stairs.
The correspondents poured in from theater,
dinner and music hall to Torpenhow's room
that they might discuss their plan of cam
paign in event of the certainty of military
operations being a certainty. Torpenhow,
the Keneu, and the Nilghai had bidden all
the men they had worked with to the orgy;
and Mr.. Beeton, the housekeeper, declared
that never in his chequered experience had
he seen such fancy lot of gentlemen. They
walked the cham berS with Shoutiugs and
song; and the elder men were quite as bad
as the younger. For the chances were in front
OF them, and all knew what those meant.
When the clamor was at its height, Dick
entered with his great happiness upon his
face. The room was heavy with tobacco
smoke and the fume of strong drinks, and
the men were settled in unpicturesque atti-
tudes on chair, sofa, and table. There was
general shout.
Poor secondhand gladiators % he said,
with pretended scorn. You only exist to
describe who will die on the sands out there.
Half OF you will be dead this time next
year. The Soudan kills specials"
Ave Imperator, te morIturi salutant %
said the Keneu. "Get into a chair and
don't moralize. The public wants us as
much as we want you"
"Bv the way, what does the dear public
say about me?'
lone paper said six weeks ago that it
deeply regretted to hear you weren't quite
well. The rest have forgotten by this time"
said the Nilghai.
Sweet creaturesl They naturally would.
Give me drink" And by the instinct of
association he began to hum the terrible
Battle Hymn of the Republic. Man after
man caught it up-it was a tune they knew
well-till the windows shook to the clang,
the Nilghai's deep voice leading:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming Of
the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the
grapes of wrath are stored: