The Press., 1891-09-03

MalSle who had given her the poisoned candy vanished as though she had never been, and the Maisie of her childhood re- turned to abide in her memory forever.
 When MT. Bunny came in with crape on his hat he said, II am glad to see you4 Miss Eugenie. You were our Maisies best friend, and she loved you, she loved you. :" And then she had tea with them and was sent home in the carriage, and Mir. Bunny as he put her in said:
 I've meant to do so we'll by poor Maisie, Mrs. Bunny and I, but you see we blundered." Mrs. Morgan opened the door herself as Eugenie rung the bell, and said as she kissed her:
 Somebody is waiting for you. I'm not going in. Be kind to him. He is the incest boy, if he is an earl," and she pushed Eugenie, who was inclined to re- sist, through the parting of the portiere
 A figure standing at the window turn ed. It was Roy Clifford. He rushed for ward, both hands extended, to greet her
 'Oh, how well you look!" he cried Il thought you would be pale and thin, but you are like rose. You see I have come back"
 "Yes, perceive that" said Eugenie. withdrawing her hands, for since she had heard of Maisie's death she had been thinking of him with utter detestation. She took off her bonnet and sat down. "I have been to Mrs. Bunny's," she said Il have just heard of Maisies suicide"
 Shocking, was it notr' said the young earl, with no more expression in his voice than if he had been parrot. "But you know 1 always thought her little out of her mind, and since Providence in it's inscrutable wisdom and all that You know. We'll, I've no doubt it is all for the best. I've been talking to your aunt. You know how l feel to you I've crossed the ocean for your sake. Your aunt was very kind, and my mother, assure you, makes no objec- ton, none whatever"
 "To what?' asked Eugenie, lifting her eyebrows.
 "Ah, you know I've come back to ask you to be my wife," said Roy. "Tm worth having now, and you can't pre- tend to consider me Maisie's sweetheart any longer. Can't you like me just a Hitler Eugenie shook her head.
 "No," she said, mot even just a little, and really l cannot help regarding you as Maisie's sweetheart You will never be anything else to 1ne while live but poor, broken hearted Maisie's sweet heart. Never, never"
 The young earl stepped backward. his face scarlet.
 "In that case perhaps l had better wish you good evening. Miss Ashton, " he said. He made his perfect society bow, opened the door and shut it softly behind him.
 A moment more and that same door flew open, and handsome, bearded man, with great eyes like stars, the presence of an ideal emperor, q broad, white forehead and head of clustering. nut brown curls, dashed in, followed, not ushered, by the white capped maid.
 "Eugenie" hc cried, holding out both his hands, "Eugenie!" and still again, as though the name filled all the earth to him, "Eugenie!"
 ''Herr Schelling! My dear, dear fricnd!' cried Eugenie, with her hands in his, Il can hardly believe that you are really here"
 The little maid closed the door softly. She felt herself de trop, or, as she would have said, "wan too nanny" and when she was gone Herr Schelling led Eugenie to chair and knelt down beside her and put his arm about her waist.
 ''Oh, my little angel" he said. "Is it really true that see you, that I touch you again, that you did not pass away through the gates of death? Oh what a voyage mine has been! Always fearing what might hear at it's close. But you are alive, and lovelier than ever. Thank God! Thank Godl''
 But I have lost my voice forever Herr Schelling." said Eugenie. with 8 sigh.
 "Ah, that heaven given voice, that perfect voicer' he cried. "What must il be to lose it! Weep, little one, weep. Do not restrain the tears that fall for such misfortune: An. that you should grieve."
 But Eugenie, who, to her own aston ishment did not feel in the least misera. ble, wiped Herr Schelling's splendid eyes instead of her own, and brushed back
 
 ''Do you know, my friend," said she ''that am so glad to see you that I for. get everything else"
 "And I,"he said, ''I cannot tell what ii is to see you again, to touch you, to find you care to see me. Listen, Eugenie As you know, am not rich. swore tc myself that would say nothing to the young prima donna, who would have be fore long both fame and fortune. But now my heart escapes my control. Yor see it in my face, you hear it in my voice. Oh, Eugenie! may I not spend my life in healing your great sorrow?"
 He paused, his lip quivering, his heart throbbing, so that she could almost heal it. And, ahi was this Eugenie, whom men had thought cold? This glowing tender, trembling creature, who flung her arms about Herr Schelling's neck and with her cheek hidden in his curl ing tresses whispered:
 "Oh, Max Schelling, Max Schelling there can be no sorrow in this world fol me, now that know you love me-
 "Come in and tell me all about it, said Mrs. Morgan, as Eugenie passed he1 OOOE ttu uOuE NOuu0 HI. HUN happy you lookl Isee you have accept ed him.
 "Oh, yes," said Eugenie, '.and think am the happiest girl alive"
 'I always said he was nice," said Mrs Morgan, "and am so proud of you. shall call you my niece. the countess. How much better than to go singing about the world. He told me all about his castle and his mother-oh, itis lovely And Roy is the very incest boy I eve, knew, aside from all that"
 ''Oh, aunty," cried Eugenie, 'please stopl have not explained myself, we are talking of different people! Did not Ann tell you Herr Schelling came just as his earlship took himself away. It is he who loves me and whom I love. Ii is my dear, good. true souled Max Schel ling that l am going to marry, no