The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-04-26

myself. II was subject, you must con
fess. that could scarcely breach # ne
did not. A week from that day he asked
me TO dine again AS yet, though have
an earl for brother. | am myself only
poor clerk. OF course ! accepted my
mighty mans invitation as before. This
time i, however. contrived to eat more
moderately. AS the hours went on
discovered with mingled sensations OF
horror and amusement that was sup
posed to be Miss Maisie's sutton.
"She called me Woy,s and Mr.. Bunny
joked us on our lovelorn condition.
Late in the evening we were left alone
together again, and again / departed
promptly. You have the history OF the
year, or, exactly speaking, eight months
of it. Wellgs
cit is very Ill, Mr.. Clifford" said Eu-
genie, very Ill indeed. =
Perhaps SO, said Clifford. Il certain~
~ find myself in most unenyiable posi-
ton. At home my family and You in
dependent Americans have no idea what
his family is to a young Englishman--
my family expect me to make fortune.
came here with that purpose. I am en-
tirely in Mr. Bunny's hands, and have
discovered that the good commercial
man of his standing can do one just en-
tered the lists is incalculable He can
also do him great deal Of harm. Pru-
Dental motives keptme from saying out
right, Mr.. Bunny, / cannot marry Miss
Maisie.' | hoped that saying nothing
would do as well. To usea American
ism, just thought ! would let things
slide.n
'Oh, is that an Americanism? said
Eugenie. Really, Mr.. Clifford, don't
know, but fancy you viii slide at last
to the altar with Maisie and be happy
ever after, as they are in the fairy tales.
From the moment met you, Miss
Ashton, that would have been inpossi-
bio" said Roy just as impossible if she
had been as beautiful as an angel and
queen in her own right. There is only
one woman for me in the world now. I
used to laugh at that sort Of things, but
it is quite true Good night. And be-
fore Eugene was aware Of his intention
he had lifted her hand to his lips and
kissed it tenderly.
How dare her gasped Eugene, as tho
door closed behind him "Ohl that /, of
all people, should be the one that poor
little Maisie's sweetheart has chosen to
fall in love With How hate the mann
Meanwhile Maisie was much nearer
than either Of them dreamed OF late
the poor girl had been playing amateur
detective to the best of her ability. and
feeling sure that Roy was in love with
Eugenie, had for some days been watch
ing Mrs. Morgan's house. Tonight she
had hidden herself ia the front parlor of
an empty dwelling on the opposite side
Of the way. She had feed the janitress
to permit her to Turk there, and the old
woman, believing her Jealous wife.
took great interest IN the proceedings.
Tonight she had seen Roy enter the
house and had heard her singing to him.
Whom the light shades were drawn
down she had fine silhouette of Eu-
genie to contemplate. Shortly one of
Roy, as he sat listening to the music.
She pushed open tho window and stood
staring at these shadow pictures Short
ly wrinkles of anguish furrowed her
usually smooth and placid face. She
had been very happy little creature,
blissfully so after Rows advent. Now
how miserable she was, Watching the
shadows on the shade listening TO Eu-
genle's splendid voice. fne tears fen
over her round checks, her, lips qpiveEed.=
81 cannot sing" she said, "buf 1 would
play the Rochester schottlscne. or the
Katydid polka, OF the Maiden's Prayer"
to him whenever he pleased = she Is
pretty, he should remember that 4 am
his sweetheart, not she
But now the music ceased. She saw
Eugenieis shadow, Roy's beside 1t. Then
his tall figure isapp eared after the man
ner of shadows, seeming TO run up the
shade to the ceiling. Then It returned.
She saw them PERFECTLY, to their very
profiles. Suddenly Roy's tall shadow
bent low, and his lips touched the hand
of Eugenie's shadow and both vanished
HE has kissed her hand. An! never
once has he kissed mine, moaned Maisie-
"And he is my sweetheart Oh, Woy,
Woy, how can you be 80 unfaithful to
me when am SO twue to you IN evewy
Thought Oh, Eugenie, how can you be
80 fa2sel"
The moor little creature said this az
piteously as though Roy Clifford had
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