Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1892-06-03


as the level light glimmering through
his by no means immaculate "sanctum"
windows, indicated that the glorious orb
of day, somewhat obscurod in fog and
metropolitan smoke, was about to dis
appear behind, not exactly the western
hills, but what came to the same thing
in city. the western roofs and chin
ney tops.
Karl Rubsns, the editor of the weekly
Sinner, was a tall, bright looking man
of thirty years, one of those individuals
whose very face and features indicate
that they are born to conquer destiny.
|. had been very successful through
life, but it was because he had demand
ed success with courageous persistency
that would not be denied. Brown
haired, with careless, wavy locks, droop-
ing low upon his forehead, and dark
brown eyes, verging upon black, he was
not handsome, yet the eye rested with
pleasure upon his face, and in his light
editorial coat, somewhat worn at the
elbows and shiny at the seams, aud the
velvet cap, tasselcd and braided with
gold, he looked every inch the ohival-
rous and frank hearted American. Or,
we might phrase it "gentlemau," did
we not secretly believe that the former
title is far the nobler aud more COMP O.
hensive of the two.
As we said before, Mr.. Rubens was
asst drawing tho first inhalation Of his
Havana, when the door opened softly,
and beautiful young lady came in one
whom he had met many times in the gas
lighted drawing.rooms Of society >"
whose beauty he had worshiped afsr
off, aud whom he had unconsciously as
sociated in his mind with diamonds,
pcarly silks and tulle draperies, looped
up with hot-houso flowers.
He started up, coloring, and thrust
ing his weed behind a pile of "ency-
clopedias."
"Miss Ainsliel"
"Am | interrupting you, Mr.. Ru-
bens 7" she asked, softly.
"lnterrupting me Not in tho least
in the world in fact, | feel very much
honored by-by-please take a chair"
And Karl tipped heap of yet un-
acissored newspapers off the nearest
chair and drew il eagerly forward.
Blanche Ainsie sat down, her palc-blue
silk dress subsiding round her like the
pillows Of sapphire sea.
Blanche Ainslo was very handsome,
with azure eyes, and bright, chestnut
brown hair, while her complexion, al
though rather pale, was clear as ivory,
and her features were as delicate as if
she had been Greek girl in tho days
Of old Praxitles.
While Karl unconsciously noted these
things in his mind he was marvsling ia
wardly what lucky chance had procured
him this visit. Did she mean to invite
him to one Of the sorees Of her uncle,
the rich old broker, or was some sur
prise party on the tapis, too exclusive
for the ordinary medium of cards or
scented paper2 For Mr.. Rubens rather
prided himself upon the entrse he was
beginning TO gain within the enchanted
portals Of New York society. Almost
at the same moment Blanche looked up.
"You are wondering what brings me
here" she said, half-smiling.
Whatever il was, | can but thank
the opportunity" Karl answered, with
prompt gallantry, although he could feel
the tell-tale blood rising TO his check.
"And | may as we'll tell you the
whole truth at once" said Blanche, her
voice falteripg slightly. and two red
spots glowing upon her temples. my
Uncle George failed last week, and we
are going TO be very poor"
"Failed J" echoed Karl. Surely it
cannot be possiblc-at least that is I
had not heard Of itW
But it is true, nevertheless" Miss
AinsliO said "and all tho world will
know Of it but too soon. Aud Mr..
Rubens," she added in lower and
more hesitating voice, 81 must do some
thing for my own support-either teach,
sew, play companion TO an invalid lady,
or earn my living 10 some way not un.
be6tting u gentlsman's daughter aud
have concluded to try and write for
the papers"
"lndeed !" said Karl, not knowing
what else 10 say.
"Will you give me chance in the
columns Of the Sinner" she asked
with a very evident effort II believ,
| could write as good stories AZ some o.
those that you publish and pay for"
Mr.. Rubens was sorely puzzled wha
10 say. How could he tell this PRETTY
creature sitting there before him, 10 tn,
halo Of her youth aud beauty and higI
social position, that she could no NOR,
hope 70 succeed as a sketch writer that
man could expect 10 build house o
construct a steam engine without AT