Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-06-07

horror and amusement that ! "
posed TO be Miss Maisie's sutton.
"She called me 'Woy,' and Mr.. Bunny
joked us on our lovelorn condition.
Late in the evening we were left alone
together again. and again ! departed
promptly You have the history OF the
year, OF, exactly speaking, eight months
Of il. Well:'
1t is very in. Mr.. Clifford said Eu-
genie, very Ill indeed.
Perhaps So. said Clifford. Il certain
IL find myself in a most u~Lenvlable posi-
ton At home my family-and you in
dependent Americans have nc idea what
MS family is to "A young Englishman-
my family expect me TO make a fortune.
/ came here with that purpose. am en-
tirely in Mr.. Bunny's hands, and have
discovered that the good a commercial
man Of his standing can do one Just IN
tered the lists is incalculable. He can
also do him a great deal Of harm. Pru-
Dental motives kept me from saying out
night, Mr.. Bunny, | cannot marry Miss
Maisie.' | hoped that saying nothing
would do as well. To use an American
ism, | just thought ! would let things
slide"
'Oh, is that an A-mericanismT said
Eugenie. Really, Mr.. Clifford, | don't
know, but | fancy you will slide at last
TO the altar with Maisie and be happy
eve after, as they are in the fairy tales"
From the moment | met you. Miss
Ashton, that would have been impOssi-
BILE" said Roy-"just as impossible If she
had been rs beautiful as an angel and a
queen in her own right. There is only
one woman for me in the world now. |
used to laugh at that sort Of things, but
it is quite true. Good night And be-
fore Eugene was aware of his intention
he had lifted her hand 20 his lips and
kissed it tenderly.
How dare he!" gasped Eugenie, as the
door closed behind him. "Oh, that ], Of
all people, should be the one that poor
little Maisie's sweetheart has chosen 20
fall in love with! How | hate the mann
Meanwhile Maisie was much nearer
than either Of them dreamed. OF late
the poor girl had been playing amateur
detective 70 the best Of her ability. and
feeling sure that Roy was in love with
Eugene, had for some days been watch
ing Mrs. Morgan's house. Tonight she
had hidden herself in the front parlor Of
an empty dwelling on the opposite side
Of the way. She had feed the janitress
10 permit her to lurk there, and the old
woman. believing her a jealous wife,
took great interest in the proceedings
Tonight she had seen Roy enter the
house and had heard her singing 10 him.
When the light shades were drawn
down she had a fine silhouette Of Eu-
genie % contemplate. Shortly n Of
Roy, as be sat listening 10 the music.
She pushed open the window and stood
staring at these shadow pictures. Short
ly wrinkle Of anguish furrowed her
usually smooth and placid face. She
had been a very happy little creature,
blssfully 50 after Roy's advent Now
how miserable she was, watching the
shadows on the shade, listening 10 En-
genie's splendid voice. The tears fell
over her round cheeks, her lips quivered.
u cannot sing. she said, ''but / would
play the Rochester ~schothsche, or the
Katydid polka, or the "Maiden's Prayer
to him whenever he pleased. II she is
pretty, he should remember that l am
his sweetheart. not she"
But now the music ceased. She saw
Eugenie's shadow, Roy's beside it. Then
his tall figure disappeared after the man
ner Of shadows. seeming % run up the
shade 10 the ceiling. Then II returned
She saw them perfectly, 70 their very
profles. Suddenly Roy's tall shadow
bent low, and his lips touched the hand
Of Eugenie's shadow and both vanished.
"He has kissed her hand. All! never
once has he kissed mine, moaned Maize.
"And he l. my sweetheart. Oh, WOy,
Woy, how can you be so unfsithful h
me when | am so twue 70 you in evewy
thought, Oh, Eugenie, how a you be
70 false"
The poor little creature said this a.
piteously as though Roy Clifford had
uttered and broken a thousand vows OF
fidelity.
1t never occurred 70 her that he had
made no protestauons whatever, that be
had never spoken Of love, hat she did
not even know what had passed between
this young man and Mr.. Bunny, who
had brought her home a sweetheart
much as he might have brought hen
home a doll in her childhood.
Her castles in the air had been &
charmingly built and so delightfully."-
peopled that she never dreamed Of doubt.
ing their reality.
But now Roy Clifford appeared at the
door, shut il behind him and stalked NJ
the street. How handsome he was il
Maisie's eyes, the very perfection Of
manly grace and beauty
"Oh, if | lose him l cannot live" she
said, "and | must kill myself, unless God
lets me die Of a bwoken heart. lam sure
/ should be fowgiven for killing myself,
for the angels would know that l had
lost all that was worth living for" Their
she pressed both little hands 70 her fore
head, and leaving her hiding place sped
homeward.
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