The Press., 1891-08-27

sEiHally she took her little paws from the piano and ran out on the balcony
 .'',tWhat.sa heavenly moonr she said Come look at it, Mr. Clifford. obeyed; had just life enough left to do so.
 When we had looked at the moon for some time l discovered that MT. and Mrs Bunny had put out all the lights but the drop lamp, and, to quote your Long fellow.s had Folded their tents like the Arahs;and silently stolen away, 3a
 Evidently they had adopted the GUS toms of the country. and in genuine American fashion given me an oppor-, tunity to court Maisie. She plainly waited for me to begin. but what said was: Really, l am quite shocked to have kept you up 50 late. How good of Mir Bunny not to tell me to go. So glad to have met you. Miss Maisie. and then bowed myself out s4a asy' 8"
 ..I thoughtI had done the, right thing; IwasA stupid that night. as anacondas areafterr a full feast, but Ineyer dreamed. that bad committed myself, Not word passed between Mir. Bunny and myself. It was a subject. you must con fess. that l could scarcely broach if he did not. A week from that day he asked me to dine again. As yet. though l have an earl for a brother. am myself only 8 poor clerk. Of course Il accepted my mighty mans invitation as before. This time I, however, contrived to eat more moderately : As the hours went on discovered with mingled sensations of horror and amusement that Twas sup posed to be Miss Maisie's suitor.
 'She called inc 'Woy. and MT. Bunny joixed us on our lovelorn condition. Late in the evening we were left alone together again. and again l departed promptly You have the history of the year, or, exactly speaking. eight months of it, WellY'' B ...........,.. .,............
 1t is very ill. Mir. Clifford" said Eu- genie, '.very i'll indeed"
 Perhaps so, said Clifford. Il certain iy find myself in a most unenviable posi- ton. At home my family-and you in- dependent Americans have no idea what his family is to g young Englishrnan- my family expect me to make fortune came here with that purpose. am en- tirely in MT. Bunnys hands, and have discovered that the good commercial man of his standing can do one just en- tered the lists is incalculable. He can also do him great deal of harm. Pru- dential motives kept me from saying out right, MT. Bunny, cannot marry Miss Maisie.' hoped that saying nothing would do as we'll To use an American ism, 1 just thought would let things slide"
 "Oh, is that an Americanis,ny said Eugenie. Really, Mir. Clifford, l don't know, but fancy you will slide at last to the altar with Maisie and be happy ever after, as they are in the fairy tales. "
 From the moment l met you. Miss Ashton, that would have been impossi- ble. said Roy-"just as impossible if she had been as 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 Eugenie was aware of his intention he had lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. How dare hel'' gasped Eugenie, as the door closed behind him. "Oh! that l, of all people, should be the one that poor little Maisie's sweetheart has chosen to fall in love withi How l hate the manY ' Meanwhile Maisie was much nearer than either of them dreamed. Of late the poor girl had been playing amateur detective to the best of her ability. and feeling sure that Roy was in love with Eugenie, had 3or some days been witch 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 to permit her to turk 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 to him. When the light shades were drawn down she chad fine silhouette of Eu- genie to contemplate. Shortly one of Roy, as he sat listening to the music. She pushed open the window and stood staring at these shadow pictures. Short ly wrinkles of anguish furrowed her usually smooth and placid face. She had been very happy little creature, btissfully so after Roy's advent. Now how miserable she was, watching the shadows on the shade, listening to Flu genie's splendid voice. The tears fell over her round cheeks, her lips quivered.
 "Icannot sing" she said, ''butI would play the Rochester schottische, or the Katydid polka, or the ''Maiden's Prayer" to him whenever he pleased. If she is pretty he should remember that I am his sweetheart. not she.r<
 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 to run up the shade to the ceiling. Then it returned. She saw them perfectly, to their very profiles. 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. An! never once has he kissed mine, moaned Maisie. "And he is my sweetheart. Oh, Woy, Woy, how can you be so unfaithful to me when am 80 twue to you in evewy