The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-03-15

SHE FOUND HER SITTING BOLT UPRIGHT.
Anne was obliged to help get the din
ner, to burn her pretty cheeks over the
cook stove, and blacken her white hands
with dishwashing. Miss Carver came
to the kitchen as often as possible to see
the auburn haired princess in her fallen
state Anne turned her back on hen
brusquely, for she dia1iked dishwashing,
and greasy pots and kettles filled her soul
with adherence 1t was painful to be
exulted over by her enemy, who, in her
hypocritical voice, assumed that Anne
was very fortunate to have the oppor-
tunity to learn homework, which, in her
position in life, would prove useful
There was no time now for piano prac-
tice or those little sltirmishes Of pleas
antry in which Anne and the doctor had
been won't to indulge. She could not
even snatch moment of time to regale
his horse, Buckslnn, with Jumps of sugar.
The doctor made excuses for frequent
visits to the kitchen, aSd came to the
conclusion that Anne was prettier there
than when they were singing their songs
together in the little parlor. His Gin
derella needed no fairy godmother to
heighten her charms.
Miss Carver had now great budgets Of
news to carry to the Widow Harkaway.
The two dear friends spatted rather
more than usual, as the widow had
made up her mind that the doctor had
taken the money, and could not be moved
from her intrenched position. The doc
tor knew that the part he had assumed
in the matter was telling against him In
the town. His zeal in what was con-
sidered wrong direction had led the
Irish to include him in the general boy
colt against the Bissell family. and had
stirred up some prejudice in other quar-
ters, but when he looked at Anne he felt
he would have inperiled his position i've
times over for her sake.
One August afternoon telegram came
to the doctor summoning him to friend
suddenly taken i'll in city hotel. There
was just time to catch the train, with
hardly minute to spare, but as he was
rushing out of the door, bag in hand, he
remembered something left undone and
turned back to the parlor, where his
landlady was sitting. by the way,
Mrs. Bissell, here is my board for tho
week" and he placed folded bill in her
hand. then turned and again dashed
away. When Anne came to the room
few minutes later she found her mother
sitting in the armchair bolt upright,
quite stiff and rigid, as If stricken with
paralysis. Her brows were knit, Der
white lips pinched together, and she sat
gazing stupidity before her, with the bill
the doctor had given her tightly cfinched
in her hand.
''Motherl mother!" cried Anne, sis it
that bad stitch in your sideY' and the
girl stood panic stricken gazing at her
mothers white face.
'sOh, Anne. what blow this will be
to you'll" and she mechanically held out
the BILL
Anne took it and turned it over in her
hand.
Don't You see?' said Mrs. Bissell in
an agitated whisper. He was in great
hurry to catch the 2:d0 train, and be
pulled this bill out Of his pocket hurried
| ly and thrust it into my hand for board
money"
| The color had left Annes face. She
brought the bill close to her eyes and
examined 1t all over, and in one corner
| she detected faint CAPITAL B with lit
! tie cross in blue ink cicse beside it.
Don't you see it, AnneY' she asked
feebly, rocking back and forth with her
apron to her eyes. And ! had srowa