The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-07-07

tell I'm not real Dosset, and only oleo-
margariue), but I've made-Money
Nobody'd call me a new-laid Brahma;
I'm only a sixteen-to-the- -shillin' and
take-me back if igh-French-egg, hut
I've made-Money. And now I've
made money l mean to spend 1t on
people / like, so I'll be very glad if
you'll all come up TO supper when the
performance is over. Mr.. Nicholson's
aeoin' to sing The cart Bowed Down.
/ don't know what it's bowed down
about, but l desssy it's very pretty.
And Mr.. Eggleston retired amid
thunderous applause.
Harry Nicholson sang "The Heart
Bowed Down" with great effect. Hes
always up at the ALL" Mr.. Eggleston
informed people. He liked Nicholson
now, although he couldn't resist call
ing him "a confounded young puppy
for sniggerin' because Igot fiummoxed
and said Mr.. Recitation will give n
Smith the other night. He's of n
good family, Nicholson is L should
like my daughter to marry into good
family. l never was much of family
man myself, though L desssy l could
buy a crest and a Latin mortar at the
'Erald's College. Still, it's fine thing
to have a picture gallery full of beau
! tiful murderesses and ruffians in ar NOR
and Sir 'Ugos and Sir Lunchalots, and
Lady Ediths of the white and, and
sitchlike.
Sempronia did not object TO Nichol-
sons picture gallery at all She and
Nicholson were always together OF
course, Nicholson was poor. Indeed,
his picture gallery was his chief pos
session. He was expected to live up
to it. People supposed that he did
something for living, but no one
knew exactly what it was. One day,
however, it occurred to him that he
was in love.
"I'm going away" he said abruptly
to Miss Eggleston.
They were sitting before the draw.
ing room fire. 1t was only $50, but
Just after Christmas it is very dark at
that time. Miss Eggleston was clad
in black velvet, and what Mr.. Eggles-
ton called 'the family dimons"
sparkled on her white neck. Mr..
Eggleston always insisted on her wear
ing Jewels at dinner. He was NOR
tally afraid of his suspicious-looking
butler, as that stony-hearted func-
tionary had threatened "to resign" if
Mr.. Eggleston dared to sit down to
dinner in a shooting jacket. "1f peo-
pie don't respect themselves, hs"had
observed. al do. When l served my
Lord of Ditchwater he always dressed
for dinner, and I'm not agoin' to de-
mean myself by waiting on a parvenoo
who don't" That had settled it,
Rather than be called by such an awful
word as "parvenoo. Mr.. Eggleston
apolosized, and Perkins buried the
hatchet.
When Nicholson said that he was
going away Sempronia didn't like it
at all. Her blue eyes looked into the
! fire with rather abstracted air. The
! freight played upon her beautiful, If
somewhat naughty features. What
right butter mans daughter had to
resemble the De Veres OF romance it
was difficult to discover, but she in
dubitably did so. Her features were
neither faulty faultless nor splendidly
null; they certainly were very beau
tiful.
"Going away !" she asked. Surely,
Mr.. Nicholson, this is rather a sudden
freak
Nicholson rose from his chair and
stood looking down on her. He was
black rs a crow, bat with proposes
ing blackness. He had a very nusi-
cal voice, his gsyety was infectious,
and people fingered to listen to his
laughing witticisms But he did not
seem inclined to be funny tonight
For so mercurisl youth he was de-
cidedly serious. His hand twisted the
beautiful stud in his immaculate shirt
front. Altogether he was very preoc.
cupied. The rug wasn't big enough.
He trod on the st. Bernard and was
stricken with remorse.
"5uch an owl is well out of the
way," he said. "Miss Eggleston,
I'll 60"
"You forget that you dine with us. "
ooh, no don't forget. Perhaps
YOU will let me of I'm not fit for the
giddy throng tonight "
'It isn't giddy throng. There
will be papa and Mr.. Gubbins. True,
Mr.. Gubbins is volatile away from
Mrs. Gubbins- but you cannot call
papa giddy."
"No. I'm off tomorrow. In fact,
| I've made a discovery"
"In the picture gallery? Or buried
treasure In the paddock"
Don't scoff at my poverty" he said
with repressed feeling. Don't scof
at that. God knows never felt il un-
til tonight.
"And why to-night?"
Tonight" with assumed indifsr-
ence. "Well, even the lightest-beart-
ed fellow finds Black Care perchlny
on his shoulder sometimes. IL was
actually thinking this afternoon.
UNo wonder Won are tired " But