The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-10-12

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CHAPTER V.
GUESSING.
dined that evening at little Italian
restaurant, around the corner from Mon
sieur Muscles, in Second avenue, where
very edible dinners were served for very
reasonable prices. While I was discuss
inr my rnacaroni there an incident be-
fell which struck me as both interesting
and suggestive A young lady entered
from the street carrying basket
small and rather pretty basket, woven
of bright green and red straw. She was
1nanifestly not stranger In the place,
for Immediately upon her entrance one
Of tho walters stepped forward to meet
her, and taking her basket from her he
handed her bill Of fare. This docu-
ment she studied for a minute, then
spoke to the waiter as If giving him an
order. He went off bearing her basket
with him and during his absence she
stood near the pay desk and chatted
with the proprietor's wife, Mrs. Maras-
chini, who sat in state behind it.
Presently the waiter came back and re-
stored her basket to her, now manifestly
heavier than when she had parted with
it, and having settled her score and
given the waiter his gratuity she re-
turned into the street This episode, /
say, struck me as both interesting and
suggestive. Interesting, because the
young lady who sustained the chief role
in it was very far from commonplace
in her appearance. OF all known types
Of feminine beauty that which person
ally admire the most is the Titianesque,
the woman who is of large and generous
mold, yet softly rounded, with small
head set upon a full and graceful neck,
q white skin just transparent enough to
be warm In the cheeks, and, to crown all,
golden brown eyes and golden reddish
hair And Of this type had never seen
a nobler specimen than this young per-
son Of whom for some three minutes I
had been suffered to gaze my fill tonight
IN Maraschini's.
IF ever / am to fell in love-" said
to myself, ut viii be with woman Of
that SORT That is the sort of woman /.
have always longed to paint-a figure
tail and strong, yet rich and supple and
wor~Snly; skin like the flesh Of
camellia, yet dehcately touched with
color Of rose; hair like mesh Of flames,
and eyes that can light up with laughter,
melt with tenderness. or burn with
passion, according to her mood I have
always longed to paint woman Of that
sort, but models are SO hard to find, so
rare. A perfect model l have never
seen until tonight. I wonder who she
is
And wondering who she was. began
to perceive the suggestiveness of the
episode. It seemed to me to suggest
that my fair unknown must have an in
valid relative at home a father,
mother, brother, husband, unable to
leave the house-to whom she was
bringing the contents Of her basket.
And then all at once it flashed across
my mind, rWhat if she should be Miss
Eczardy! Miss Eczardy, come for her
fathers dinnerF" grant you that was
an entirely unwarranted and far fetch
ed conjecture; more especially so be-
cause this girls style was essentially
southern and Italian, and Miss Eczardy
was Russian; but it took possession of
my fancy with the tenacity of proved
fact.
Yes, Ill lay wager that was Misa
Eczardy come for her fathers dinner. By
Joye, if that magnificent creature lives
under the same roof with me- Upon
that hypothesis as corner stone my i'm
agination proceeded to rear fair and
radiant castle in the air.
/ did not see the exterminator again
until the next afternoon. Meanwhile
the musical entertainment above stairs
had been repeated, leaving me to infer
that DR.. Eczardy's health was still on
the mend. When next afternoon Mu-
selle dropped in to see me, after we
had exchanged the ordinary salutations,
'sAnd our invalid up stairssr began; II
hope he continues to feel better
"Oh, yes; e feel pretty good. e ave
his hups and his downs, you know, and
jus now . ave hup. By and by e
ave down again, then mebbe another
hup. But he never get well. e die be-
fore twelve nawns, bet you feefty dol
lars"
do they keep house up stairs there,
or do they go out to their meals, as dor
Yes, she go hout Not him. 'E can't.
r. too sick. e stay at 'ome vile she go
hout and get his dinner in basket.
Then she come back, and they heat it to-
gether in their room"
What sort of looking person is shew
"Oh, she pretty good looking sort. She
aw right about her looks"
Eyes, brt her style? Is she dark or
fair, large or small? Can't you describe
her to meY
'sWell, she pretty beeg Tall woman,
you understand, and fine figure. Then
for color -well, suppose you call her
fair; bot she got red hair. She look like
Meridionale, if you know wat that
mean
"a Meridionalef That's odd, consid-
ering she's Russian"
yes, you right; it's hold. Bot her
mother she came from the south Of
France. She was Frenchwoman. Miss
Eczardy spik French as good as me"
From which conversation it appeared
that my far fetched conjecture had moi
been altogether mistaken, after all.