The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-12-06

f Natalie wondered if she would have to
takea cheaper fiat. so gradually down
and down till she finally landed in the
east side, which she read so much about
in the papers and with SO much horror.
But the cheaper fat came nearer and
nearer every day till at last it could no
longer be kept off. The companion
made room for lower priced article in
! the way Of half sized maid who could
scorch chop and ruin eggs in the most
accepted fashion.
| Still the greatest quandary Of all was
! not yet.
| That was next to it when Natalie had
not the rent for this cheaper fat, the
Vassar girl passed her on the street as
one suddenly struck with blindness, and
for days at a time Cachette was the only
living creature she saw, the 'sgirl" not
counting as living creature, in SO much
as she existed for the sole purpose of
spelling whatever she undertook and
warbling popular melodies to the ac-
compartment of piano organs that
stopped under the windows.
Natalie grew wild of gaze and took
walks on the Brooklyn bridge and looked
at the water with speculation in her eyes.
And those eyes were remarkably fine
ones, too, and consorted well with the
clear white complexion and even teeth
and charming figure that came as the
ineradicable bequest of long line of
cultivated ancestresses.
Then it came about that Natalie was
merely ''the French girl" and the fiat
was a less expensive one still and more
heavenward, and 1.-THE girl" faded from
the perspective. and money was a scarce
article indeed, and the shopkeepers said
that really we did not want hand EN-
! broideries any more-they had gone out,
don't you see, and passementerie had
taken their place.
It is possible that Natalie's American
lied ideas had undergone considerable
moderation by this time, and of nights
when she could not sleep for wondering
how she would get through tomorrow
maybe her thoughts fitted over to Paris
and the gayly lighted streets and the
fheaters, the bright bouleyards and the
antiqnated but kindly friendships she
had once enjoyed from all of which she
was separated by more than time and
distance.
"Oh, Cachette.' she would cry up to
her inseparable companion with his head
under his wing. nous sommes etroit-
ment unist' I'VE are very closely unitedD
Then the great quandary of all came
she could not pay the rent for even her
poor fiat, her gown was very shabby,
aud the pot au fen was neither very sue
culent nor nutritious-and all this in
year!
The only work she had was a kerchief
for Mrs. e. Platt Clayton, and she cried
30 much that she could hardly see to do
| it and made false stitch here and there.
In Paris she had met Mrs. f. Plat
Clayton at reception of which more
anon-afld the lady held to her yet.
Though it may as well be confessed just
here that Mira E. Platt Clayton had Ill
terror views regarding her friendliness,
and her sisters and sisters-in-law were
beginning to complain: for Mrs. e. Plat
! Clayton had sent them so many useless
einbroideries that they spoke among
themselves, and mutually owned that
Amelia had always been little odd and
that maybe It had goueto her head. Still,
+ eccentricity was fad IN these times
look at the English The truth is that
Mrs. Z. Plat Clayton was an artist.
She had been in Dresden and the little
! town of Seyres, and believed the afaatus
had come to her and that she WAS poet
iii china. And Natalie struck her froln
I the first as being an ideal subject for IL
lustration.
She worked up to Natalie before she
made direct attack OH her. Then she
ordered gorgeous altar cloth. to have
put which into the church would have
raised scilislu When she ordered that
cloth she TOOK of Natalie head sketch-
I'd it. Won know. When the cloth was
iinisfsa and she made it into an afghan
for her sister Margaret's baby coach, "A.
Z, h<la ssolssa Nasalie's sgzuzA her a2nds- Asz