New-York tribune., 1891-05-03

been drinking wine.
Now her friend turned her back on the canvas
and moved nearer the girl.
" Have ] really such cruel expression as that?"
Sometimes; not now"
Little truth-teller But you hurt'
She went back to the sketch as if drawn to it
by invisible cords
Senour painted my portrait two years ago.
I'll show it TO you when you come to my house
again. He hasn't put bit of that look in and
/ never saw it in my mirror. Is it really so
marked?"
The tone in which this question was put was
almost wistful. 1t was hard to reply, as Rowena
did reply:
"Yes, il is; but not always"
"Oh, l should hope not always II I had no
different face for friend | would shoot myself
forthwith. And I've been quite set up in my
mind when have looked at Senours portrait
The only assurance this thing gives me is that
have arstocratic countenance with which to
face the world with ! should Judge that human
beings in general We're but dirt beneath my feet
That is just what" began Rowena, and
then paused in confusion.
Her friend instantly caught her up.
Just what some said of it, you were going
20 say?" She spoke sharply. Keats. Nj Brad
ford has not seen it?"
"Oh, mol"
"Who, then?"
only my friend. George Warner, who went
away this morning."
Your friend, George Warner knew what she
was talking about l forgive her. 1 shall for
give you. But I shall not forgive myself for
furnishing the material for that look
I'VE have talked more than enough about it,
Now am going home. ! walked down here If
you did not look $3.50 'weeny,' used to say to
my dolls, when they were i'll, l should ask you to
come out for stroll"
The speaker put on her hat and mantle, which
she always removed if only for few moments
stay. She walked to the door. Then she came
back and put her hands on Royvenas shoulders
Il shall treat you" she said after an intent
look
Treat me?" repeated the girl
Miss Phillips gave her little shake
Yes. You must not say my words over after
me. L shall treat you. I shall say-inwasdy,
you know,-'Rowena,' have you any other
Christian name P-No-then I shall say 'Rowena
futile, you are not weary for there is no such
thing. You are fresh and strong When have
said this few times, with emphasis and put
myself in the new thought, and in the God-cur-
rent, you will be surprised at the delightful sense
of well-being that will come to you"
You will stay with me to do this ." hesitating-
ly inquired Rowena.
"Oh, no. Thought knows no space could
treat you thousand miles away Just as we'll rs
here"
Miss Phillips looked and seemed quite serious
Rowena felt trfe uncomfortable
=" Can any treat me-any one who chooses ?'
she asked anxiously: and cannot help myseIf?"
Now Miss Phillips laughed
"Why do you talk in that way ?" she said
Because / should have choice decidedly"
she answered firmly. L won't have any one
not any one-treat me but you"
There was intense seriousness and almost alarm
in Rowena's face and voice
Mis- Phillips suddenly put her arms about the
girl and kissed her Instead of being amused she
seemed touched
moment later Rowena was standing at the hall
door. watching the lady as she walked along the
sordid, dngy street. How out of place her face
and figure looked in it! There was still sunlight
in the open spaces and in the country, but here it
was almost twilight. AS the girl looked there
came almost terror in her heart that she should
care so much for this woman.
She saw one of the saesladies from r. II Blacks
coming for her supper. The two met and the sales
lady turned TO look back. She tossed her head as
| she came up the steps She gave Rowena disa-
greeable glance.
IL guess that is that Miss Phillips that Mrs.
Jarvis tells about, isn't she ?" she asked
"Nes"
Has she been here to see you? She looks odd
enough on this street walkin' as if nothin' was
quite good 'nough for her to step on She'd better
stay where she belongs"
The saleslady went down into the basement.
young in light suit, with gloves and a
| cane, appeared, walking rapidly. lie raised
his hat eagerly and with a flourish as he saw
the figure at the door. He hastened, but Rogena
had disappeared when Ferdinand Foster had
| reached the steps.
Miss Phillips had turned on to ESsex-st She
was thinking very ntenty and not expecting 70
meet any one she knew when she was aware of a
tall masculine form approaching. 1t was very ia
miliar.
why, Keats! How came you here ?" She
asked, as her cousin gravely lifted his hat
" How came you here? ?" lie responded He
turned and walked with her.
g. came here in the interest of Christian sci
ence," she answered. "Can you give as reasonable
an eXplanation? 7?
"rm not sure shall explain at ALL was the
cool response. " / real ly suppose man may stroll
on EsseX-st. and not be guilty of engagement in
any very serious intrigue.
Oh, il you are going to take that tone" and
lie swung his stick lie adjusted his glass in
his eye At last he laughed But she was very
serious. She did not glance at him.
You have been TO see your latest and strong
est fad, he remarked
Il am so tired of that word, she said.
"What word ? l used several"
Fad"
lie laughed again. She frowned distinctly.
The two turned on TO Westinghouse lie kept
beside her and said chcerfully that he knew she
did not want him but that he bound to
walk home with her: he had something particular
10 say She might better become resigned at
once. Whereupon she assumed pleasant aspect
Immediately but walked even faster than before
Neither spoke until they struck across the Com
mon. They did not appear TO wish 10 go directly
10 Charles-st Now with the roar of the city
somewhat removed, Miss Phillips turned to her
companion.
"Well?" she said.
But Mr.. Bradford did not seem quite ready TO
sneak lie gazed about him vacantly.
Won had an air as il y0u were going to ar