Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-06-14

the money she demanded would enable
her 10 leave "a place too hot TO- hold her
much longer. Fortune telling was by
no means her worst off .nce against 500
cietv. and she was in danger of arrest.
Moreover She was in debt. She needed
the money ds she had never needed II be-
fore. but she honestly intended to show
Maisie how to harm her rival. and for
this unknown Eugenie she had nc more
mercy or pity than She would for a ven
emous snake on whose neck she was
about to set her heel.
In her youth she, too, had suffered the
pangs Of jealousy, and she had had her
revenge. The memory still filed her
soul with savage JOY, old as she was,
toothless, wrinkled. racked with aches
and pains. She would still at times rub
her black hands together, chuckling,
shaking her head and whispering. per
haps to solomon. the toad, Hi. den, she
didn' get de best Of it after all. dat dar
yaller gal"
Bring me de hundred dollars, den,
honey" she said, patting Maisie's head
softly: bring me de money. Dey Is
tings in what l is gwine to gio You DAT
Il ISL I 10 W ENN III NA'fkNs 4 AA-" '-+ So
lie moonlight, | knows whar. Dey grows
| on de grades of men dat's been hung
and Of women OATS kill deirselbs. Dey
grows whar blood has been split, some
| OBJ dem. | trabbles far 10 fin EN-. but
| solomon goes wild me; solomon knows.
Dev is a place | know whar a little dead
baby was put, choked fus' by its
mudier. | knowed. ! knowed de stuff
growed dar. 50 tiny mos folks couldn't
fin il. / found il. l. gone down into
| ole mines 10 grt some ob De stuff, and up
into high mountains. OATS why II cost
Won so much. Miss Maisie. Dey Is times
| goes-I goes away and trabbles-trab-
bles-me and solomon. Don't we, Solo
mon? ell. Sblomon:'
Il will get the money. Nine. Pinchon,
said Maisie. Il will 90 10 the bank;
nave lone being good, | will fight for
myself. II girls who wesemble angels
can be So bad a. 10 wob other girls Of
their lovers, then why should not these
ugly little hunchbacks like myself. /
have a wight % Wow. a wight % my
own sweetheart. ! will come back at
once. and you viii show me what to do,
Nine. PinchDE.
The old woman nodded. and accom-
panied M3isie down Stair. opening the
door for her: bat when Mui,ir was gone
Nine. PinclOu lid not proceed % the
grave Of the murdered man, the bottom
Of "a mine or the top Of % mountain, but
hobbled into the Office 90 the doctor who
occupied the lower flor aud there made
sundry purchase. And when for a sec
. ~ Q &c -L- HLuH. .h. aaw-
ned with her "a little pill box containing
a greenish powder.
When Mr.. Bunny came home 20 Bond
street al 3 o'clock Dee passed the great
uarlor where MlisI- was playing the
'Maiisu'- Prayer on tla piano and
Went uu stairs. Mr.. Buluy va. Iu her
room arranging her bureau drawers.
"'Om- early. she -aida he kissed her.
See 'rre. 'ere- the first present newer You
-.ya me-. and she showed him a blue
bead ul-
hadn't much o. buy present, with,
my dear. said De-. "Uut / gave yau on-
LASTING tLIu--my arts love. 1 think
love is "a Of fashion now, my lass, and
he sighed.
You've some bad news. Bunny. sal.
his wife
Young Clifford AS "a telegram from
'ome today, said Bunny; Is brother I-
dead. E the hearl now; els going back.
There's D., goolby 20 YOU and Malsie.
and he gave Mrs. Bunny q letter, which
she read with a grave face.
E makes it plain that its of foI
good, -ril -ue. well, 1t would Doe
little ign up ia. ladder for Maisie, now
'e's an earl. But I'm vexed.
Il 'oJp ,lai-i- viii show a little sense,
said Bunny
I'm af-arel she can't where e l. con.
ceruel. said Mrs. Bunny. She's not
'erself "a bit: she's been making candy all
day
That's a cheerful sign. l should say,
said Bunny Unless "a body does in tn
way Of trade OF that, it's "a sort of play.
If you'd seen her you'd ave thought
twas witches broth, said Mrs. Bunny
and not "a bit would she give the dog AND
i'm begging for it. f loves sugar, You
know. Why, she kicked i'm away. Oh
she was as glum!"
What Is your advice, old Lady, asked
Bunny.
.Oh. tell 'er about Roy being Gale,
'ome, and let her find out the rest by de
grees," said the lady.
''Missls. said Bunny, Il may put IN!
finger in some pie where its not needed
before / die. but theren be no match
making III il. I dragged that boy int.
her life. She was well enough and app!
enough without i'm. All, I've don,
great mischief. Its well she isn't m
daughter-wel for that puppy. Roy Gif
ford
Mamma Bunny, cried Maisie's voic'
on the stairs, I'm going 10 afternoon
service at St. Joau's."
"YOu couldn't do a better thing, love,
, replied Irs. Bunny; and when the doc
closed behind Maisie the two lOOkeC
out Of the window after her very Low
ingly.
'.Shc steps lively" said Mr.. Bunny
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