Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-04-03

down beside her, holding one of her hands;
whereupon she quickly dried her eyes with
the other, while felt embarrassed as she
looked at me. "There isn't a confounded
| job 1 haven't applied for-waited for
prayed for. You can fancy we'd be pretty
bad first Secretaryships and that sort of
thing? You might as well ask for peer
age. I'd be anything-I'm strong; a mes
senger or coalheaver. I'd put on gold
laced cap and open carriage doors in front
of the haberdasher's; hang about a station
to carry portmsnteaus; I'd be postman.
But they won't look at you; there are thou
sands as good as yourself already on the
ground-gentlemen, poor beggars, that have
drunk their wine, that have kept their
huntersl''
and my visitors Tere presently on their feet
again, while, for the experiment, we agreed
on an hour. We were discussing 1t when
the door opened and Miss Churm came in
with wet umbrella. Miss Churm had to
take the omnibus to Mazda Vale and then
walk half mile. She looked trif1e blowsy
and slightly splashed / scarcely ever saw
her come in without thinking afresh how
odd it was that being so little in herself,
she should yet be sdemuch in others. She
was q meager little Miss Churm, but she
was an ample heroine of romance. She was
freckled cockney girl, but she could rep
resent everything, from a fine lady to a
shepherdess; she had the faculty, asshe might
have had fine voice or long hair. She
couldn't spell, and she loved beer, but she
had two or three 'points," and practice,
and knack, and mother wit, and kind of
whimsical sensibility, and a love Of the the
.ater, and seven sisters, and not an ounce of
respect, especially for the h. The first
thing my visitors saw was that her um-
brella was wet. and in their spotless perfec-
tion they visibly WINGED at it. The rain had
come on since their arrival
I'm all in soak, there was mess of
people In the bus. 1 wish you lived near a
station" said Miss Churm. I requested
her to get ready as quickly as possible, and
she passed into the room in which she al
ways changed her dress. But before going
out she asked me what she was to get into
this time
It's the Russian princess, don't you
know?" l answered. ''the one with the
golden eyes in black velvet, for the long
thing in the Cheapside.'
"Golden eyes? 1 say!" cried Miss Churm,
while my companions watched her with in
tensity as she withdrew. She always ar
ranged herself, when she was late, before
could turn round; and 1 kept my visitors
an idea, from seeing her, what would be
expected of themselves 1 mentioned that
she was quite my notion of an excellent
model-she was really verv clever.
DO you think she looks like Russian
princess?" Major Monarcsasked, with lurk-
ing alarm.
''When make her, yes.''
"Oh, if you have to make her-p' he
reasoned, acutely.
That's the most you can ask. There are
SO many that are not makeable.
"Well, now, here's lady"-and with Q
persuasive smile he passed his arm into his
wife's-"whose already madep'
''Oh, I'm not a Russian princess" Mrs.
Monarch protested, little coldly. I could
see that she had known some and didn' t like
them. There, Immediately, was a compli- |
cation of kind that I never had to fear |
with Miss Churm.
This young lady came back in black vel |
vet-the gown was rather rusty and very
low on her red hands reminded her that |
in the scene was dong she must look over |
someone's head. 81 forgot whose it is; but |
1t doesn't matter. just look over head"
''1'd rather look over stove" said Miss |
Churm; and she took her station near the /
fire. She fell into position. settled herself |
into tall attitude, gave a certain backward |
inclination to her head and certain forward
droop to her fan, and looked, at least to my
prejudiced sense, distinguished and charm
ing, foreign and dangerous We left her
looking so, while l went down stairs with
Major and Mrs. Monarch. 'Tthink 1 could
come as near to it as that" said Mrs. Mon
arch.
''Oh, you think she's shabby, but you must
allow for the alchemy of art" However,
they went of with an evident increase of
comfort, founded on their defnonstrable ad-
vantage in being the real thing. could
fancy them shuddering over Miss Churm.
She was very droll about them when 1
went back, for I told her what they
wanted.
"Well, if she can sit I'll take to book
keeping" said nv model.
''She's very ladylike,"I replied, as an
innocent form of aggravation.
''So much the worse for you. That means
'he can't turn round"
''She'll do for the fashionable novels"
''Oh, yes, she'll do for them!'' my model
lumorously declared. -s'Ain't they bad
enough without her?" / had often socially
denounced them to Miss Churm.
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