The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-01-19

NIGHT, brt there Yves 70 other alternative;
SO, taking taper stand, she made tho
best of her way Trough tho silent
passages, feeling ruther like thief bound
on some guilty erraad.
= The WAX torches were still burning
brightly round the little catafalque, and
a nodding in one corner was a drowsy
domestic, who gazed at her with sleepy
incomprehcnsion as she proceeded to ex-
anime the flowers on the coffin Her
wrc&th lny half hurried under newer and
fresher garlanGs, adorned with richer
4 bows OF ribbon, offerings from wealthy
neighbors which had been placed above
hers Even here she was not wanted, it
seemed
A minutes search, however, brought
the yellow envelope TO light, concealed in
a fold Of the draperies, and clutching it
tightly iii her hand, Clara stood still for q
moment to take a last look at the dead
child, which, bedded among that pro-
fusion OF Blossom, looked almost like
another white flower
1t was d sweet little face she gazed
upon, and Clara had dearly loved her
little pupil; yet now, in the revulsion Of
wounded feeling which burned within
her, she gazed at it colby, almost hardly,
and there were no tears in her eyes. Her
jaundieed glance seemed to detect on
those baby lips some shade of the same
unapprouchable hauteur she had seen on
the fathers face; the cold, white forehead
looked as lcily proud rs those of the can
vas ancestors in the ball room.
Tho incident with the monay had given
Clara something of fright, as she re-
hected how terrible would have been her
position had the money been really lost or
! stolen. What could she have done on
finding herself destitute, SO many hum
bred miles away from her homer She
felt sure that she would rather have died
than to apply again to the cold naughty
courteous master o. tie house. How TO
avoid 4 recurrence of this danger was her
principal thought, as she rcgained her room
and counted over the crisp bank notes She
laid aside 4 portion OF the money, just
what would suffice for paying her expenses
j to K, where she would reach the rail-
way, and all her worst troubles would be
over; but the bulk OF her little fortune
she wished to secure beyond all danger Of
loss or theft or course ST. . tvoald not
put it in her trunk; boxes sometimes went
j astray, or were occasionally tempered
with in Russia; Ehen she passed all her
articles of clothing in successive review
as suitable receptacles for the notes.
She had heard Of people carrying about
their money in the stocking, but this
must DO extremely uncomfortable,
Clara thought; also sewing it into
stays, as bad heroines are often
made to do in novels, was scarcely q
pleasant idea; then her eyes fell on the
travelling clothes which lay ready on Che
bed--a gray meriuo cloak lined and
trimmed with gray Astrackan fur, and
with muT and cap to match. Might she
not sew her money into the muff9 or.
better still, into the cap itself? for "a
muff might be dropped or lost, whereas
could not well manage to lose my cap
unless lost my head as WELL" she re-
fected
Clara felt it to be almost stroke Of
genius, rs she unpicked the gray silk lin
ing and Introduced the precious notes Into
the opening. She need not take them out
till She reached k, where she was to
rest enc night and in the meantime they
were aa safe as safe.
This fur suit, the only handsome article
of dress she possessed. had been present
from Countess Froloff only some days pre-
viously. You do not know our Russian
winters, my dear, she had said to tho
girl kindly. tYol viii require something
warm to wrap yourself up with il our
sledging parties" This had been last
week, and she had then felt like a dough-
ter Of the house almost, while Dow she
was poor outcast, sent forth alone into
the wide world.
Two days after his departure from ST.
Petersburg Hugo Weypreeht found him
self pacing the road at the entrance OF a
small country town, as he waited for the
arrival Of the diligence
4 He had been dropped here by some
other conveyance earlier in the day, for
his mission had involved various stop
7 pages and zigzagerings from of the main
track, much bargaining and wrangling
with cunning Jewish contractors or OBJ
fuse country pumpkins. Now he was
about to take the regular diligence US far
as x, where his business was to ter
inmate.
/ He was finding the time of waiting very
long, for there was absolutely nothing in
/ this filthy little town to attract even the
I passing notice Of stranger. The frost
had somewhat relaxed, but the air was
chill and the atmosphere dense with the
presage of an approaching snow storm,
WHICH, in the shape of thick white mist,
brooded over the place, obscuring the
view and giving to The nearest and COM
monest objects a far off unreal appear
ance. Like the breath Of some colossal
monster it was floating everywhere in
heecy fakes, intangible and transparent,
yet distorting each object within its range:
giving to the stunted willows On either
side Of the road the guise OF crooked spec
ters, and to the hooded crows flying home-
ward TO roost the semblance of huge
black glifnns.