Nevada County picayune., 1890-01-15

ter, to hear you talk I just wish that Elric Perry could have the ben efl of it; but there's one thing what you say or don't say won't make much difference to Uric Perry after this.'
 No, l know it won't" listlcssly answered Phube.
 You saw that glance of his, then?"
 "Yes, l saw it.. And Phnbe went to bed and cried herself noiselessly to sleep.
 ''It is very strange" said Mrs. Lovejoy to her brother, Uric Perry, several weeks aftcrward, but one never sees that youngest Miss War land in society any more. ''
 Perhaps she is out of town"
 No, for 1 met her on Mildman Street after dark last night. Have you called there lately?"
 "No."
 Mrs. Lovejoy looked keenly at her brother. Ulrc's face was as inn passive as that of the Egyptian Sphinx.
 "Cilla Warland is extremely pret- ty," said she, tentatively.
 "So are butterflies, and fireworks, and will-o' -the-wisps.
 II never can understand you, Erie.
 "That isn't at all strange, Kate. l cant always understand myself. :"
 But whenever he heard Phoebe Warland's name mentioned after this, MT. Perry had strange sensa- ton as if people were talking about somebody dead and buried.
 Just about that time the lace win dow draperies in the Perry mansion needed renewing, and when Mrs. Elric heard that her brother was go- ing to Philadelphia, she declared her intention of accompanying him.
 And you'll go with me to Bcau- clerc' c's,' said she, coaXingly, 'and give me the Valley Cashmere shawl you've promised me so long. Do, Elric, there's a darling"
 And what could Erie do but yield? ]?
 The shawl department at Beau clcrc's was crowded, and the smiling floor walker called one of the atten- dants from an adjoining room to act as lay-fgure for the advantageous display of the thousand-dollar shawl on which Mrs. Lovejoy had fixed her fancy.
 Miss Denton," he called, ''be so very good as to step this way. Therc"-llinging the shawl i'd sump- tuous folds over her shoulders - ''yoa can scarcely fail to sec the effect now. "
 Mrs. Loveioy gave little start.
 "Ulric," she whispered, "it is Phoebe Warland."
 But he had turned away and was apparently occupied in scrutinizing a rare old piece of German tapestry displayed Tn the window.
 Mrs. Lovejoy put up her eye glasses and feigned to examine the India shawl.
 Phoebe turned white and red by turns.
 "How do you do," Mrs. Love- | joy" said she, breaking the embar- rassing silence at last
 II thought 1t was you" stam- mercd the customer. But why did they call you Miss Denton?"
 Addresses always assume stage names," said Phpbe, coldly smiling. "It is their privilege. l am an ac- tress-on life's stage. Denton is my middle name, and l have right to it."
 "Yes, but--but-"
 "I understand. It seems strange to you. You cannot comprehend my motive. Well, 1 do not blame you. We are poor. The Warland name and pedigree are not of any use to live upon, so l have decided to break lose from old traditions and earn my own living, besides paying a few troublesome debts. My mother and sister did not approve my plan, therefore, to satisfy their scruples, l changed my name.
 Changed your namei' Elric Perry came forward now and was standing with his dark, intent eyes fixed on the girls countenance.
 s"Was that what you meant, Miss Warland. that evening"