Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-19

of the gay. She must know-Maud told her
4 am lady born. and entitled to rank
with the best I wonder If it ever occurred
to her what life is without anybody to talk
to or to confide in. 1 suppose a really su-
pertor character would find solace in this
beautiful room, and the walks and drives,
and. above all. in books: But never said
l am superior character I want people
people, people. Somebody to sympathize
with me; somebody to hear my chatter.
How many things I've noticed here in New
declare I almost hate this lovely old blue
wall paper, and the white enameled furni-
ture, and the blue china ornaments, and
that heavenly bit of blue glimmering sea I
see over the flower box in the window
know now how canary must feel in his
cage. 1 want to get out; want to sing, to
spread nay wings outside"
AS Felicia spoke the dimples came back
into her cheeks; her eyes shone blue as the
sea; she sprang out of her chair, and push
Ing away the chairs from space on the
mirror-like parquetted floor, began to tread
the measure of a solitary minuet
After Mrs. Caldwell had left her for the
morning, she was sure of several uninter-
rupted hours; and now she must relieve her
restlessness or perish, the little maiden
thought. So. humming a tune from Don
Giovanni, she accompanied it with footsteps
light as thistledown Nearing the door into
the nail, she did not perceive it was ajar, I'M
til tap came. and at the aperture was re-
vealed to her startled view a gentleman
"Oh!' exclaimed Felicia, instantly trans
formed into statue of confusion.
Il don't know what you think of me bolt
ing in like this said Mr.. Duncan Moore,
penitentially. But Mrs. Caldwell is re-
sponsiple. She is just about starting for
her round of visits and told me to run up
and get her address book-that is, she told
her fcotman Miss Charlton would give it to
him. and he did not hear her, l came
hope you won't mind. I've been wanting
awfully to see you, ever since that day. and
to ask you to take a walk with me; but
somehow. couldn't get a chance. Why do
they keep you mewed up like this? 1t is
shameful to treat You as If you were fifty
and a trump
Here is the book said Felicia, putting
into his hands a silver-claSped affair of
lizard skin. You need not apologize, am
not angry. I am only too thankful to speak
TO somebody who is not servant"
Thanks for small favors," he replied,
rather nettled.
But l am very much ashamed that you
saw me prancing about like lunatic," she 1
went on. Il was only taking a little exer-
else; and now please go. for Mrs. Caldwell
does not like to be kept waiting"
VIII you fix an hour to walk with met"
he pursued, eagerly.
NO. can't; so don't mention it again."
will you talk to me somewhere-any-
where?"
How can I?' asked Felicia, ready to
cry, because, in her heart, she should have
liked nothing better than the companionship
or this hearty. bright-faced young fellow.
Then shall just go out of this house to-
morrow" he said, like spoiled child, LAS
II hadn't stayed on here week for moth
ing but to get another peep at you"
Don't, please" said Felicia now earnest
ly; and with an impatient gesture he de-
parted.
Cro be continued Friday.)