The Press., 1891-08-27

"Bring me de hundred dollars, den, honey" she said, batting Maisie's head softly; 'sbring me de money. Dey is tings in what is gwine to gib yon dat isn't to be got in shops. digs 'em in de moonlight: kaows whar. Dey grows on de grabes of men dat's been hung and of women dat's kill deirselbs. Dey grows wl,ar blool has been split. some ob dein trabbles far to fin 'em, but Solomon goes wid me; Solomon knows. Dey is place know whar q little dead baby was put. choked fus' by its own mudder. knowed. l knowed de stuff growed dar, so tiny mos folks couldn't fin it. found it. Is gone down into ole mines to get some ob de stuff. and up into high mountains Oats why it cost you SO much, Miss Maisie. Dey is times goes-I goes away and trabbles s-trab- bles-me and Solomon Don't we. Solo mon? eh, SolomonY'
 "I will get the money. Mme Pinchon," said Maisie. Fl will go to the bank; l have done being gooI.'l will 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 hnnchbacks like myself. l have wight to Woy, wight to my | own sweetheart. 1 will come back at | once, and you will show me what to do. Mime. Pinchon."
 I The old woman nodded, and accom- panied Maisie down stairs, opening the 1 door for her: but when Maisie was gone Mime. Pinchon did not proceed to the grave of the murdered .m:.n, 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 when for sec oud time Maisie left the house she car ried with her little pill box containing greenish powder.
 1 When Mir. Bunny came home to Bond street at o'clock he passed the great l parlor where Maisie was playing the "Maiden's Prayer" on the piano and went up stairs. Mrs. Bunny was in her 1 room arranging her bureau drawers. | "'Ome early" she said as he kissed her. ''See ere, 'ere's the first present hever you gave me-" and she showed him blue bead ring.
 II 'adn't much to buy presents with, my dear," said he, ''but l gave you one lasting thing-ny 'art's love. 1 think love is out of fashion now. my lass. ;" and he sighed.
 You've some bad news. Bunny" sail his wife.
 "Young Clifford as telegram from 'ome today" said Bunny; lis brother is dead. Els the hearl now; e is going back. There's is goodby to, you and Malsie," and he gave Mrs. Bunny a letter. which she read with a grave face.
 '''E makes it plain that it's off for good" said she. "Well, 1t would be little 'igh up the ladder for Maisie, now 'e's an earl. But I'm vexed."
 ''I 'ope Maisie will show little sense.' said Bunny. .s:
 "In afeared she can't where e is con- cerned," said Mrs. Bunny. "She's not 'ersef bit: she's been making candy all day."
 That's cheerful sign. should say said Bunny. "Unless body does in the way of trade or that, it's q sort of play"
 ''If you'd seen her you'd ave thought twas witches broth said Mrs. Bunny, land 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 glum!"
 What is your advice. old lady?" asked Bunny. ..w
 "Oh, tell 'er about Roy being called 'ome, and let her find out the rest by de- grees," said the lady.
 ''Missis," said Bunny, Il may put my finger in some pie where it's not needed before l die, but there'll be no match making in it. dragged that boy into her life. She was well enough and 'appy enough without i'm. An, I've done great mischief. It's we'll she isn'tSny daughter-well for that puppy. Roy Eff ford"
 Mamma Bunny" cried Maisie's voice on the stairs, ''Tm going to afternoon service at St. Joan's-"
 "You couldn't do better thing, love" replied Mrs. Bunny; and when the door closed behind Maisie the two looked out of the window after her very lov- ingly.
 ''She steps lively" said Mir. Bunny. "Oh, the girl 'as spirit; she won't die of it."
 "Bless 'er, l 'ope not" said Mrs. Bunny: "she's good little creature"
 CTo be continued.)