Evening journal., 1892-11-16

rs there any one else Dor whom you |
earsS
"Would you hurt him if you knew
she asked fearfnlly.
"No-neveri Not if you love him. i |
love you too well to hurt anything you |
have an interest in"
"Then will tell you. am in love
with a great singerp
"a great singerr repeated George
with white lips. "Who is her"
Il don't know his name" she stam-
mered. Somehow it seemed harder &c
talk to George about him than 70 Mary.
Don't know his namel Where did
you see himr
81 have hardly seen him-I have
heard him."
"Ninettel You don't mean to say you
have fallen in love with voice-just
that and nothing more?'
Eyes, dor said Ninette, half crying.
"and wish, George Smith, you would
go away and not bother me any more!"
And she turned resolutely from him.
George turned toward her. Ho had
great courage and perseverance, and
said between his set lips: II viii not &C
away. will stay here and watch over
you. If the man is all right, well and
good; if not, will not let you come tc
harm" And he hurried away to apple Of
rocks and seated himself to think the
matter over.
Nearly week passed. George re-
mained at the Golden and occasionally
joined Ninette on the beach. One would
have thought he had forgotten he ever
loved Ninette. Hewas simply kind and
helpful, and Ninette began to enjoy his
society now that he was apparently no
longer her lover.
1t was nearly time for their departure
Ninette and George were looking over
some shells together. George heard
Ninette catch her breath in short gasp.
BE looked down at her quickly. Her
face was flushing and paling by turns.
Following the direction of her glance,
he saw man standing on rock at
little distance from them. His tall, fine
form was clearly outlined as he stood
there, looking away over the ocean.
"Ninette-tell me-is that the NAM
Ninette blushed. George needed no
other answer.
"Looks well as he stands therei l
wish he would turn around SO could
see his face.h
So did Ninette. Instead Of turning
around he swung himself down the
rocks and was hidden from view.
George arose and looked over the
ledge. Ninette sat still, but watched
George anxiously.
"He is coming ont this way, and l
think he will come out by this opening.
There is no other place for him to pass
out this side"
George dropped back into the niche
where he had been sitting, and Ninette
awaited the appearance Of her Apollo.
A little movement near her caused
Ninette to turn her head. She saw Mr..
Lewis, gentleman who owned fine
cottage near the hotel.
Excuse me, but / am looking foI
Marcus Marshall. saw him disappear
here somewhere. Have you seen hiInY
81 don't know the gentleman" said
George; "do you, Ninetter
"No, but haven't seen any one neal
here for half an hour"
At this moment the hero emerged
from an opening in the rocks.
Ninette and George heard Mr.. Lewis
exclaim:
"There he is now!" and turned bach
again.
Was this her hero? Her Apollo
Georges face was blanf with amaze
ment. Ninette felt like slsricking
He was dark-yes, it must be admit
ted, very dark. He was a mulatto.
He was Marcus Marshall, the fin
looking conductor of the famous Mar
shall minstrels, staying at the Golden.
Ninette arose hastily, and George like
4 wise. As they hurried away they hear'
Mr. Lewis saying:
"By the way, Marshall, want to Ell
gage your services for my swell Dime
next Thursday"
The rest was lost In the rapidly in
creasing distance between them. Nj
nette hurried into her room with Mis-
Sadie, and George wisely concluded {
d keep out of her way that day.
. Next morning he went down ON th
beach. Ninette had to go with Mis-
t Sadie
3 George marched straight up to Ninett
S and took her hand and looked into he
tear swollen eyes.
! NOW, my dear Ninette, let the pas
e be forgotten. Your Apollo is in bronz
Q and no good 70 you. You are safe enoug
y now. lam going home today. and whe
= you come back home next week al
b going to ask You the same question
asked You the first day came here
z and George turned and hastened ava,
? Ninette had learned a lesson by Il
D sad sea waves. and when she went hon
), it was with trustful respect and nffeu
i tion for the young farmer.
0 She married him on the next time hoi
i ored Thanksgiving day.-Chicago Eyei
ing News.
The Life of an Incandesoent Lamp.
y From the consumers point of viey