New-York tribune., 1892-12-04

"Sunday morning on his waT 10 church Euhlc''
herself stopped him. She seemed chi"'ii i'o''''
Finally she blurted ont that Jack was very Nh'
70 act as her escort. but that if he did not WISH
10 hc need not She said she felt mortified that
her mother should have asked him. JACK Is d
gentleman. so he told lie. He said that even
if Mrs Barton had not suggested 1t. he had III
tending asking her 10 20 with HIM Inc usiy
duckina turned the color OF Il boiled lobster aiu
thanked him 50 gratefully that hc IN turh'
thanked Heaven lie had libbed. Then ounce
went on
Mamma told me TO tell you that she'd send
carriage for you and then you're 10 come TOT
me. The carriage will call a. half-past seven.
Jack kept his face straight but fled as soon as
possible After church lie Euncc's uncle
bearing down on him Perhaps you've met her
uncle? No? Well. he's gonia iovial old per
son, illiteratc and vulgar lie slapped Olmsted on
the back and chucklcd. He's particularly awful
when he chucklcs.
" Well, my boy going to take the little gal
f o e S GSs win one 0' Of s M' nae d
chucklcs lie pollcd Jack in the ribs There's
kerridec been ordered said he mind you behave
now, you and the little gal in the kcrrldgc. 1c-
hc-hc No nonsense, ch The kerrldge ii can
at half-past seven Another poke in the ribs.
another chucklc and he waddlcd away;
Poor Jack waited for the other cartons 70
get away before he left the church. Mrs. Barton
saw him, but was too far away TO speak. so she
motioncd with her lips, and Jack knew she was
saving; Don't forget; the carriage Will call at
halfpast seven.
When she had disappeared Jack turned TO
go, but he saw the sexton coming toward nm
Ever see our sexton? lie shunlcs and talks in
a whisper and he'd make you think of funerals
even if he didn't combine an undertaking 60
tabshmcnt with the livery stable h" runs. II"
seemed to have some wciehty matter on his mind
as he approached. He was more mysterious than
unual. He looked around suspcioasly 10 see IL
any one was watching or liscnirg. Then he put
one finger on his lips and winkcd at Jack.
P'raps you know why | wish to see Nou.
sir said he
No, | don't said Jack
We'll. it's Just this way. sir. certain lady.
to speak plainly, is Mrs. Barton, sir has engaged
4 carriage of NE for next Tuesday evening. She's
going 10 send il for you al half-rast seven. She
feared she milht not 500 YOU herself asked me
to tell You. The carriage will call at half-past
seven. G0od-dav. sir
Jack felt like cursinc the carriage but he
didn't. \ lot Of us fellows were in his room that
evening. and he was - annoyed at the Barton
tactics that Ec told us the whole story. lie didn't
realize that lie was doing a foolish thing then,
but be did the next Tuesday morning, for when
lr entered his Office over II hundred postal cards
lay on his desk. On every card hc read the hated
words: The carriage will call AZ half-past seven.
Then there We're pictures Of n couple, presumably
Eunicc and himself getting into carrag" or
getting ont. One card was labelled The Result
and there WAS Bunicc again with her hand in
Jacks. and her uncle Joc rs fat chcrub. hover
drcn'
There's nothing moro 70 teq, except that he
took Funicc to The wedding, and was as kind aud
attcntiv" as possible 20 her. But hr has avoided
the Bartons ever since. and hcl kill the man that
says to him: The carriagc viii call AT hallpast
seven
~ But Rob in spite of tho length of vour story.
You haven't explained why YOU and Olmst"d
quarrcllcd." said Vanc
~,0h, it WIS a mere trfe. sent the pos'as
and he found il ont"
Is that all? The ending is commonplaco.
lou led me to expect tragic dcnoucment. IIupo!
It's almost dinner time. We may as we'll go back
TO the hotel
The two men strolcd away, quite unconscious
that in the summcr-hous' homcly little Eunice
carton was crying a. though her heart would
break. 20, that was the way mcn spoke of her
What hurt her most was 10 know thar Oimstcl
had lied TO her II had always been comfort
to think that once some one had actually wanted
TO take Ecr ont. Without realizing IL, shc had
made hero Of the only man that had ever shown
her any attention. She felt that she could never
again face Him Or any of tie men that knew IL"
story. She had received the most crushing blow
ever dcat her in her life Tint had been made mp
Of sights and humiliation. The intensity Of shame
overpowcred her. She could not reason calmly.
was nothing TO live for? She wasn't merely
homcly, she was stupid she had no Talents, nothing
TO atone for her lack Of beauty. Pc pie ridi-
culed her. Ridiculo is harder 10 bear than any
thing else. The world was harsh and cruel Size
hated everyone, and most of all herself.
." wonder if homcy people 90 to heaven ,"
she murmurcd.
That night Dick Nane came mp 10 Fcrrers, In the
Office of the " Hotel
Say. old Wan. where's Olmstcad ." said he:
Il want to chaG Lin about that story you told me
For heavens sake, hush your Internal tOncur,
Haven't yOU heard Mis-. Barton was M t,.
sumn"r-house this afternoon. She heard every
word vc said, and
And what" asked Vanc, thoroughly shocked
at tie news.
q" And someone saw her leave the s,mmrr-holsc
and and walk toward tnc lake. And they have
only Just recovered her dead body
Fcrrcrs's voice hc spok": his face was
ghaStly in its pallor. He paused moment. then
cried, lcrcly: Damn you, ~ the denoucmont
tragic enough, now p
TO EEkNIhDINE.
From The London Academy.
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