The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-12-06

IT Is THE SAME. /"
81 fear it would scarcely be appre-
ciated here" said he. 1.-THE boys have
the spaniel, and don't think they viii
cut his tail any shorter. Then, there
are the sparrows, if they desire variety.
A gift should go where it will do most
cookbook at our flower missions, our
seashore week for the poor. Mrs. e.
Platt Clayton loves beautiful things, be-
ing artistic; she shall have this concen-
trated song"
So the three little cherub faced boys
carried away the concentrated song. re-
solving to have some fun with it before
they gave it up.
ssBless his thoughtful heart, said Mrs
E. Platt Clayton when Cachette was
brought to her as she dozed over her
boudoir fire, tired out from yesterdays
FIVE teas, dinner and a ball. s'There's
a good man for you! He shall have that
plaque for Christmas present if get it
done in time. sAriadne' does not look
quite right; I'll make her froclr higher in
the neck, and call her 'Rebecca at the
Well"
Just then her brother came in.
sHalloal" he said. where did you
get your locomotive whistleS"--for Ca
Ghetto was not only buoyant, but fam
boyant.
1T is rather gritty" she assented.
"And l think / know somebody who
would like it. John, do you remember
the Compile de Boncour's sister,"
ssWas she at the ball last nightg asked
John with arrested attention.
SAT the BALL." she said. "She is not
going out. You know whom / mean,
the little girl who did that preposterous
thing of coming to America to earn her
own living rather than marry a marquis
with a pedigree q yard long"
What about her?r asked John, with
foreboding quietness. 'Shes not sick?-
and all alone here"
"Well,' and his sister told him of
Natalie and her sorrow over the loss of
the bird she thought she must give away
to some one to whom she felt indebted
"You were at ball in Paris where
she was" she concluded. ''She remem-
beers you quite well. She knew you at
once when she saw you here that day
you strolled in when she had brought
some embroidery home to me"
Il remember her" he answered dryly.
"And she remembers me, does she?
That's not bad taste in her. Tell me a
little more about her, I'm quite interest
ed in her bold proceedings. like bold
proceedings-that's what l like about
that plaque of yours, Washington at
Yorktown, isn't it?"
And now it is time to make confess
sion. witch has been held back till the
last moment.
1t is worth while to say that Natalie,
in her admiration of the ways of these
United States, had ut-Americaned the
Americans. For year ago in Paris she
had seen at a reception in the colony a
New York man. He was not presented
to her, and apparently did not see her
the truth of it was that he was plain
man, and did see her and admire her
vastly. but declined to know her, be-
cause her brother made much Of title
and family pretensions, and patronized
| the newnes5 Of America.
But after that evening strange feel.
ing came to Natalie. She knew little
about America, thought the combined
! forty odd states abont the size of Farii
and New York small corner. She came
| to New York in search of the man who
refused to be presented to her. Had sht
not heard how American girls chose
their own husbands? And how can yor
choose husband if you do not go aftel
him, especially if he win not come aftel
| you?
At any rate, she came to New York
and the man was John Abingdon, Mrs
Z. Plat Clayton's brother, who was no
q society man by any manner of means
though his sister dragged him to a goot
!, many places. Natalie became shy whei
she found herself ear him and saw tn
foolishness of all she had done. Whel
she was in her poorest fiat she realize,
that she could never be anything to him
that mints of money and the like divides
them, though he had become factor il
4 her life by this time, and
Well, Natalie's duplex was faring an.
doing its best to burst its chimney tina
A night when some one knocked upol
her door. She thought that Cachett
had done nothing for her, and that NJ
Cumbersome Brown had sent a gen
darIne policeman To set her ont ia tn
street She saw Cachette In cage be
fore she saw who carried the cage, an
her fears were coufirmed. Then sh
looked At the man who had the cage, an!