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

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must h a Little thin, bit vou look
loysly. Eve been to plant q few flowers
on Maisic' grave,
On Maisie's grayc repeated Eugenie
as IN q dream. sAEuisiel You do not
mean that Maisie is deady'
Did you not know it? They've kent
it from you because you were ill.n said
Mrs. Bunny. I've agitated you. Come
in and sit BY me. Eugene obeved
Airs. Bunny continued amid her sohs
and tho great tears that rolled randy
down her cheeks: s'Yes, our little Maisie
is gone, and Mr. Bunny is quite broken
'artcd and / cry ell day She was not d
iine figure, hike you, but she was SO good.
such good girl was our Maisie Never
wicked thought or an angry one. So
loving and SO kind; Lire a daughter to US.
But you know you loved Maisie and she
loved you. You can sympathize." She
took Eugenie's hand and patted II softly
Eugene, pale and trembling. leaned back
upon the cushions.
Maisie's art was broken by that
wicked man." Mrs. Bunny said. s.Sbe
went OF 'er ed and drowned 'erself. We
blame ourselves, poor Bunny and me.
Tor finding er q sweetheart. She was SO
Apply before Q came, so Apply and light
arted.n
''The poor girl was really insane then. p
thought Eugenie. ssThank heaven for
gave her" and she wept softly.
They drove to the Bond street house
and had long talk. How strange it
was to sit in the large room and think
that Maisie would never again trip in at
the door in her gay gowns and floating
ribbons She stepped out on the balcony
and looked down the street, and remem-
bered thelight hearted merriment Of that
bygone Fourth Of July, and the Jealous
Maisie 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 Mr. Bunny came in with Grape
on his hat he said, Il am glad to see you,
Miss Eugene. You were our Maisie's best
friend, and she loved you, she loved you.n
And then she had tea with them and was
sent home IN the carriage, and Mr.. Bunny
as he put her in said:
I'VE meant to do SO well by poor
Maisie, Mrs. Bunny and /, 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. Pm
not going in. Be kind to him. He is
the incest boy, if he is an earl, = and she
pushed Eugene, 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 lookI7 he cried.
II thought you would be pale and thin,
but you are like rose. You see have
come back"
yes, perceive that, said Engenie,
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.
q have been to Mrs. Bunny's," she said.
81 have just heard of Maisie's suicide"
Shocking, was it notY" said the young
earl, with no more expression in his
voice than if he had been parrot. 'sBut
you know always thought her little
out Of her mind, and since Providence in
its inscrutable wisdom and all that
You know. Well, I've no doubt it is all
for the best. I've been talking to your
aunt. You know how feel to you.
I've crossed the ocean for your sake
Your aunt was very Kind, and my
mother, assure you, makes no objec-
tion, none whatever
40 WHAT" asked Eugene, lifting her
eyebrows. 81
"Ah, you know I've come back to ask
you to be my wife," said Roy. "Im
worth having now, and you can't pre-
tend TO consider me Maisie's sweetheart
any longer. Can't You like me just a
littleY' Eugene shook her head.
NO. she said, mot even just q little,
and really cannot help regarding you
Is Maisie's sweetheart. You will never
be anything else to me while I live but
poor, broken hearted Maisie's sweet
heart. Never, never"
The young earl stepped backward. his
face scarlet.
ssIn that case perhaps I had better
WISH JUu BOou OfehtAt5y <x1ico lAcf4toAs
be said. He made his perfect society
bow, opened the door and shut it softly
behind him.
A moment more and that same door
dew open, and handsome. bearded
man, with great eyes like stars, the
presence Of an ideal emperor, a broad,
white forehead and head of clustering.
nut brown curls, dashed in, followed,
not ushered, by the white capped maid.
eEugenier' he cried, holding out both
his hands, "Eugeniew and still again, as
though the maine filled all the earth to
him, sEugenier
"HerrSchelling Ny dear, dear friendI"
cried Eugene, 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, swan too nanny" and when
she was gone Herr Schelling led Eugene
to chair and knelt down beside her
and put his arm about her waist.
.sOh, my little angelr' he said. SIS it
really true that see You, that l touch
you again, that you did not pass away
IL trrA