The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-09-06

| gentlemen was MI. Du koO1N, AfOtu LtAtst
who was visiting relatives in Mulberry,
and that he had devoted himself to Beu-
lab all the evening, and it occurred to
him that he might have been a favored
admirer for some time, as his friends
were neighbors Of the Bartons At all
events Beulah had no eyes for any one
else. 1t never occurred to him that be-
ing piqued and offended by his late ar
rival she was revenging herself. He
could not know that charming and chival
rous as Mr.. Du Bois certainly was, so
much more conscious than were any of
the young men of Mulberry that America
expected every man to do his duty at an
evening party, her every thought was
with him, recreant though he was While
Du Bots paid her compliments that were
poems and lowered his voice and looked
into her eyes, she kept asking herself how
Reuben felt, and hoping that he was suf-
fering pangs of jealousy.
After while she intended to forgive
him if he were sufficiently penitent, but
not readily, not easily. Why should she,
who could make such an impression on
a splendid man like Du Bois2
Not until this wonderful Du Bots was
gone did poor Reuben getan opportunity
to approach Beulah.
You have not even said How do you
dor to me, nor have I wished you many
happy returns of the day" he said.
''Ah," she said coldly; 7 did not know
| you were here"
"You were too well entertained to
notice nae, suppose" he retorted.
Twas certainly very well entertained,
she answered All, those southern gem
tlemen are so charming when you come
to know them"
"And Mr.. Du Bots is an intimate friend,
presumed" said Reuben.
Recently" replied Beulah, purposely
looking conscious.
Trifes light as air are to the jealous
confirmation strong as proofs of holy
writ.
Reuben said to himself: "She likes
him. She will marry him. He has driven
me out of her heart"
| He looked gloomily down at the toes
of the shoes which had taken the place
OF those in which he had descended into
| the well to rescue the lost fisherman.
Had .Beulah noticed that he came late
he would have told her why. But now
he thought why should he? She did not
| care
Meanwhile she was longing for an ex-
! PLANTATION that should give her an excuse
for forgiving him then and there. She
asked herself why did he not speak or
sit down beside her or do somethingi
She was so vexed that he did not that
she could scarcely keep from stamping
her little foot, and an evil spirit prompted
her to say:
There is something in ancestry. Mr..
Du Bots comes of a family, no member Of
which has ever worked at trade or
kept shop, or even followed profession
for pecuniary reasons. think one could
tell it by the way he carries himself.
| don't you?'
81 don't know; I'm the son of shop
keeper, you remember" Reuben answer
ed mot judge of such matters. Good
evening"
He was gone, and instead of sitting
down to talk things over with her mother,
as that lady expected she would, Beulah
rushed to her own room, threw her new
blue dress into corner, and without
even brushing her hair, hid herself be-
meath the coverings and cried herself to
| sleep, while Mrs. Barton, feeling that
this was very disappointing world,
counted the spoons, put away the best
danask, and lamented the spots on the
dining room carpet, as she always did
| after those annual birthday parties, which
she felt it her duty to give in Beulah's
honor.
In his bed that night Reuben did not
weep. Men do not habitually, but he
| felt as he had never felt before. The
demon jealousy had entered into him.
He was full of rage and hate, and these
emotions were new to him. Suddenly
he found himself sitting up, clinching
his pillow with his left hand and deal
ing it heavy blows with his doubled
right fist.
81 should like to kill himl1 he said
thinking of Du Bois ITO kill himi To
kill him!n He seized the bolster with
both hands and smothered with. it an
lL4ets54i 4)OodCAAOtth. 144eu ne WAS
very much ashamed of himself there in
the dark, and thought how his dead
mother would have grieved could she
have known of his violent and absurd
emotiens.
That fair, delicate mother had been a
Quakeress. Often she had taken him
with her connecting, and he had listened
to the mild, sweet, drawing speech OF
the Friends whom the spirit moved to
speak. It had had an influence upon
him. Had he chosen profession he
would rather have been surgeon to
heal men than soldier to kill them
But now all his nature was altered, and
he felt there was no possibility of follow
ing the steps of his father and grand
father as dealers in groceries. Her speech
concerning the superiority of those who
had a distinguished ancestry who had
never engaged in trade seemed to ring
in his ears. ''I'll be soldier" he said.
"I'll go to the war. No one can despise
asoldier"
In imagination he saw himself staying
men like this Du Bots. He rode into the
ranks Of the enemy unscathed. "He
bears charmed hfe," he heard them
say, but knew that he feared nothing,
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