Nevada County picayune., 1890-01-15
CHANGING HER NAME.

S ing my name," said Phoebe w Warland
 She spoke in a tone no louder thar her usual wont, but it so happened that the piano, violin and cornet en. gagged by Mrs. Dupre for her little informal dance had just finished the waltz numbers with final crash, ano during the unnatural silence that fol. lowed, Phpbe's voice sounded cleaI and distinct. Everybody looked ir her direction she turned intensely | red.
 "Most young ladies haven't" said Captain Casserly, mischievously.
 Ut depends entirely on who asks you, eh, Phnbe?' laughed Mildred Payne, not without a spice of malice in her voice.
 Uric Perry looked at her with 8 cold, disappearing glance. Of all things he valued delicacy and refine ment Tn woman, and up to this time he had firmly believed Phpbe Warland to be pure, sweet lily of the valley among women. And now this bold and startling declaration savored of the ''fast-young-lady" type which he particularly disliked.
 As for Phoebe herself, she sat si- lent, the rosy blushes suffusing her fair forehead to the very roots of her hair.
 "I'm of the same opinion myself, Phpbe," called out Fairy Falkland who was the most uncompromising romp in town. "Only haven't had the courage to declare it before folks"
 ''Here's the Lancers," said Cas- serly. Miss Falkland, will you honor me? Always with the under standing that I'm not prepared to ask you to change your name.'
 There was general laugh, and when Uric looked around for Miss Warland, her place was vacant.
 ''It is very strange" said he. "l had written my name down on her card for this Lancers. Now l can not find her.
 "Its always the way with these prim prudes," said his sister, Mrs, Lovejoy, with toss of her head, "'There's more than one side to 'em. dare say she's flirting with that young Cuban officer out in the hall. '
 Uric Perry was silent. Half an hour ago he would have staked his existence on Phoebe Warland's be. ing right in everything. Now, al! was changed on account of that un fortunate speech of hers.
 Phoebe was very silent when sht came home from the Dupre party Cilla, her sister, was in unusua spirits.
 q say, Phpbc," she cried, as she brushed out her masses of auburn curls, what sensation you made y
 Phoebe made no answer.
 But it was ridiculous speech wasn't it!"
 Phoebe bit her lip.
 "You might have spoken up to de fend me, Cilla."
 Cilla shrugged her plump, pinl shoulders.
 "What could l say? That you were steadfastly determined to mako fool of yourself? Thank you. don't mean to be the first to declare that fact to the public" 7"
 "Oh, Cilla after the dreadful Ian guage that butcher used to mamma yesterday
 "Tradespeople always make them selves disagreeable. "
 And that poor dressmaker cry inc so over last summers bill, un paid"
 "All put on!' complacently mur mured Cilla, the brush still passing il and out among the gleaming masse of her rich hair.
 We can't live on so, Cilla |"
 "Other people do," rctorted tn elder sister. And after all, it isn' our fault; we can't pay people if W have no money. And it will all com right when we are once married ant settled. v
 ! "Fraud and treachery never com : right, Cilla."
 ' Cilla Warland flung down he
 ,sb ,y;tb an imnatient exclamation