Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-06-07
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for nee was silent. For the first time
since Mr.. Bunny had brought this sweet
heart home to her she was unhappy. He
had looked at Eugenie as he had never
looked at her. What he had said TO her
as they stood apart she did not know,
but there was a glow on his cheek and a
fash in his eye that she had never seen
there before. She clasped her hands over
his arm, hoping he would place his upon
them. He did nothing of the sort, though
Maisie had lovely little hands, in very
pretty gloves. Maisie would have for
given him had he stolen a kiss in the
shadow of the church they were passing,
or walked with his arm about her waist,
as did the lovers of the housemaids in
white aprons whom they met. Her whole
soul craved "A morsel Of tenderness. but
he did not offer one. At the door, though
Mr.. Bunny called over the balcony,
Come hup, Clifford; we're not abed yet, "
Roy replied. Thanks, not tonight" and
took his leave. Maisie sighed as he spoke.
In his place how gladly would she have
availed herself Of the opportunity to
linger.
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laid awake and wet the pillow with her
tears. She wac filed with sad PRESENT.
ments; suddenly awakened to the fact
that she was deformed and no longer even
young. Hitherto, despite all her chatter,
she had believed that she had a charm of
ann and a taste in costume that com
pensated for everything else. Oh, the
bitter, bitter hours. The Maisie that
awOke after a troubled mornings sleep
wa scarcely the same Maisie whose in
nocent vanity made her see everything
about her through rosy glasses, and
though she tried to believe that all was
well she could not. Her misery grew
greater as days passed and Clifford did
not come 10 the house. She roamed about
restlessly, listening TO Mr.. Bunny's words
intently, hoping 70 hear him speak of
Roy. He never mentioned his name, but
there had been talk Maisie did not know
Of.
One night after they had retired Mrs.
Bunny prodded Mr.. B. with her elbow.
Asleep, lover she said.
"No, and not likely L be so long as
you keep poking at Inc, missus," said
Bunny.
That's the croSsest word hever you
said to me, Richard Bunny" said the
lady.
AYE, missus, I'm vexed, said Bunny.
And l believe it is the same thing
I'm vexed over" said Mrs. Bunny.
What / spoke for was to ask You about
this Roy Clifford. Why does he stop
away like this: Maisie is upset by it, l
can see that"
perhaps they've had a tiff" said
Bunny.
Indeed no." replied Mrs. Bunny.
''Now you know that our poor little
Maisie is plain and viii get no prettier.
If anything is 10 come of this sweet'srt-
ing 1t ought to come You should
settle it, Bunny, for the girls sake, else
we've done 'er arm and no good. She
was content enough in the days when
she earned 'er bread
"Ah, | doubt we've been two fools not
to stop with giving 'er what we could
take from u pockets. Lovers are bad
goods 10 'andle," said Bunny. I'm
going 70 speak to Roy Clifford; and
though there was a time when is father,
a boy like myself then, gave me my
passage 10 America and ten pound to
boot, and so started me in life, and |
looked upto i'm as if ed been the Prince
Of Wales, no less, why | could buy and
sell the old family today, and when l
speak III speak plain, mind you. Only
if it is a tiff, why it's You can see to it
best, and it's not likely Ell get more
money with another girl than wen give
i'm with Maisie."
81 wish i. was like that" said Mrs.
Bunny, but l doubt your young man
is looking for more beauty than we can
give him with u Maisie, old gentle
man"