The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-05-03

49, 49,
dan q hunerd dollars, I dom"
81 have more than that in the savings
bank, said Maisie. Il saved it before
Mamma Bunny adopted me. do not
care how mnch / give If can have Woy
back No, nor what happens to the
face that lures him and the voice that
dwaVs him fwom me.
Her own face was hard aud set, her
cheeks pale, her eyebrows drawn to-
gether, her eyes cruel, and their blue
seemed turned to green. She looked no
longer like a quaint, merry little witch,
UuJ nKe Telnaie lnap or Satan bent on
cruel mischief.
She was ready for anything, as the old
woman plainly saw, anything, and a
strange fellow feeling possessed the soul
of the latter. She liked Maisie, with the
ardent liking that old black women often
feel for Young white girls. She really
wanted to help her, even while she in
tended to be well paid for doing so, for
the money she demanded would enable
her to leave place too hot to hold her
much longer. Fortune telling was by
no means her worst offence against So
ciety, and she was in danger Of arrest.
Moreover she was in debt. She needed
the money as she had never needed it be-
fore, but she honestly intended to show
Maisie how to harm her rival, and for
this unknown Eugene she had no more
mercy or pity than she would for ven
emous snake on whose neck she was
about to set her heel.
In her youth she, too, had suffered the
pangs Of jealousy, and she had had her
revenge. The memory still filed her
soul with savage joy, old as she was,
toothless, wrinkled, raclxed with aches
and pains. She would still at times rub
her black hands together, chuckling,
shaking her head and whispering, per-
haps to Solomon, the toad, Hi, den, she
didn' get de best of it after all, dat dar
yaller gal"
Bring me de hundred dollars, den,
honey" she said, patting Maisie's head
softly; "bring me dc money. Dey is
tings in what is gwine to glib you dat
isn't to be got in shops. | digs 'em in
do moonlight; / knows whar. DEFY grows
on de grades of men OATS been hung
and of women OATS kill deirselbs. DEFY
grows whar blood has been split, some
OBJ dem. trabbIes far to fin 'ein. but
solomon goes wild me; Solomon knows.
Dey is place know whar a little dead
baby was put, choked fus' by its own
mudder. I lnowed, knowed de stuff
growed dar, so tiny mos folks couldn't
fin it. I found it. rs gone down into
ose mines to get some OBJ de stuff, and up
into high mountains. OATS why 1t cost
you so much, Miss Maisie. Dey is times
goes-I goes away and trabbles trab-
bles-me and Solomon. Don't we, Solo
mon? Ell, Solomon
81 viii get the money, Mime. Pinchon,"
said Maisie. ST will go to the bank; I
have done being good, I win fight for
myself. If girls who wesemble angels
can be so bad as to wob other girls of
their lovers, then why should not these
ugly little hunchbaclss like myself. /
have wight to Woy, a wight to my
own sweetheart. will come back at
once, and you will show me what to do,
Mime. Pinchon."
The old woman nodded, and accom-
panied Maisie down stairs, opening the
door for her; but when Maisie was gone
Nine. Pinchon did not proceed to the
grave of the murdered man, the bottom
of mine or the top of a mountain, but
hobbled into the office of the doctor who
occupied the lower floor and there made
sundry purchases And whom for sec
ond time Maisie left the house she car
ried with her little pill box containing
greenish powder.
When Mr.. Bunny came home to Bond
street at 3 o'clock he passed tho great
parior where Maisie was playing the
"Maiden's Prayer on the piano and
went up stairs. Mrs. Bunny was in her
room arranging her bureau drawers.
come early" she said as he kissed her.
'sSee ERE, 'ere's the first present hever you
gave me-" and she showed him blue
bead ring.
II admit much to buy presents with,
my DEAR" said he, "but gave you one
lasting thing-my arts love. / think
love is ont of fashion now, my lass, and
he sighed.
You've some bad news, Bunny" said
his wife.
Young Clifford as telegram from
'one today" said Bunny; g is brother is
dead. Els the hearl now; els going back.
There's is goodby to you and Maisie,
and he gave Mrs. Bunny a letter, which
she read with grave face.
"'E makes it plain that it's off for
good" said she. 'fWell, it would be
little Ugh up the ladder for Maisie, now
'e's an earl But I'm vexed."
81 'ope Maisie will show little sense,
/, sag h 1nlpp y.ltW 10 5al
"rm afeared she can't where e is con-
;cer41ed,r said MrsedBunny .'She's not
ieraslffa BIT sAss been making candy all
day. : basaTa
'eThat's cheerful sign, should say"
said Bunny. ''Unless body does in the
way of trade or that, it's sort of play"
eff you'd seen her you'd ave thought
twas witches brotn," said Mrs. Bunny,
'.and not bit would she give the dog, and
i'm begging for it. e loves sugar, you
know. Why, she kicked i'm away. Oh,
she was as gluml'
what is your advice, old ladyY asked
Bunny.
'sOh, tell 'er about Roy being called
'ome, and let her find out the rest by de-
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