The times., 1897-06-06

tension, and their faces to grow more lu-
minous'
THAT may be true said poor Colin.
who was again out of his depth. but
somehow, don fancy you among them.
had rather see you in the boxes with those
nice girls who sit up by their inamnas,
and have fellows dropping in to call on
them
"Please don't said she, with unaffected
eaInestress; II can't imagine any life
that would suit me less than theirs Some
times, on Il winter night, when daddy and
/ hurry by themin the lobby Ion our way to
catch q cable car To get home in. think
maybe might enjoy wearing one CT their
long, fluffy, white wraps like plumage-
that look like seraph overcoats-and nav
ing a footman iii a fur cape to call any car
riage. But really don't want riches or
fashion; | want opportunity only, and
travel, and all the music / can get, and
flowers like those orchids, and a new even
Ing frock-anG such nice things a 3 Mr.. Thorn
dyke has been saying to me about NY
touch, and-and To see nay parents take a
little rest from work But that's what
talk about To Merry, not to you. When his
ship and mine come in, you'll see what we
shall do with our cargoes.'
Thus it was always. While she filled
every chnk and Granny OF Colin dreams
of the future, he had no part in hers. SwaI-
lowing his pain, he tried to find something
to say to her about his pleasure in her sue
cess He dared notventure, in this place, to
critiese their new guest.
''oh! thank YOU she said, stud yiuS his
appearance, apparently for the first time
"And to return the compliment, ought TO
tell you that you look-really very nice.
''Morfy put me up to it" he said, glowing
with pleasure. I'VE had council over
my old evening rig that had been through
three years Of the university before II tcamc
to New York, and he decided i Gould no
longer pass MUSTER
.'Yes, l. like you in these clothes,' she
said critically. But l think, though I'm
not certain, your collar should not tuin
down so low and IN quite sue your hair
is too long.
Really" he exclaimed, smiling ecstati-
coliy. 1t was So precious to have her
speak to linn in his proprietary way, even
though he knew, too WELL alas, that sire
was inspired by iess than tie interest of q
sister. lie would have been thankful,
indeed, to have raIt of Maurice s share
in her regard.
Yes, indeed: and with the exception of
those minor parts believe yon are smart
enough to appear in the gilded halls of
Mrs. Reaumoris, where, by tie way, AM
TO make my debut on the / 5th as a paid
performer
''You, oh. no,'' he exclaimed, impetu
ously, his brown face, reddeuing.
And why not, pray2" she answered,
proudly resentful OF his protest WHAT
has become of your theories about the
dignity OF honest tail?''
Its not that -onIy-it is a chaIiat of
fire that is coming TO snatch you away
from me- he said simply, and in site of
heresif, Kathleen was touched
Colin, seeing his advantage. tiled to
follow it up But it is. the misfortune
OF those of his peculiar state that the very
foice of their tiesiic to he aRIeeabla 10 tie
beloved object defeats their chances OF
success. lie could find nothing apprc-
pirate to say, ana felt as he looked: large,
numbering, disconsoiate
No wonder Kathleen fitted away from
him to laugh and chaff lightly with the
others Even little Catulius, with his poses
and bushy hair and solemn frippeIies, ina de
the time pass for her moIe tripIingly than
did Morrys friend
Terence, however i n his element as q host,
presiding with rare grace and tact over
their frugal feast, un leTstood better than
anyone the art of analgamatng divers eie,
merits IN party. To their numbers was
presently added Duval, OF the Clarion. who
had just been writing his critique of the
last new play at the Thcater that
would help TO form opinion on the subject
next morning at many breakfast tables.
Talk took itself wings, and soon Was stir
ring with mirthful impulse.
Then Terence, who possess II o tenor Voice
that mi gllt nave coined ducats for his fam
lily, where his pen won them a bare liyeli-
hood. sang some of his Irish melodies not
Tom Moore's only, but Lover 5 and the like,
Gazing FOR an inspiration at his pretty
Kathleen, he trolled out the delicious by
gone serenade that carried his Wife back
many a long year and Brought TO her eyes
the tears Of tcnGerest sentiment
OH! Molly Ba wn, win yleaye me pinlug,
All lonely, waiting here for you,
When the stars above are brightly shin
ing,
Because they've nothing else to 90?
The flowers late were open keeping,
To try rival blush with you,
But their Mother Nature set them sleep
ing,
With their rosy faces washed in dew.
The wicked watch dog low is grow ling
lie takes me for a thief, you see;
He knows 70 steal you, Molly darling,
AEd then transported should bet
OH Molly Bawn, VIII yleave me pining,
All lonely, waiting here for you,
When the stars above are brightly shin
ing,
Because they We nothing else to do?
Of all Mr.. BIairs listeners, the only One
who Wore an expression not n sympathy
with the pretty, tuueful old song was
Catullus: ana even he, sitting in Yellow
Book attitude, exhibited the grace of
magnanimous forbearanee. SO rapt were
the others in the charm of listening, they
paid no heed to a new step Oh the aoor of
tine adjoining room. 1t was a pattering
little step. much as if mouse was
scuttling through the house, ana at once
the door opened, and in came uny,
bright-cyed old lady, fully dressed and
wiie-aw axe, although her cap was tiny
bit askew.
'Irdnny! crleu neT IblniS III Il Noice-
''Yon didn't think, Terry, my boy, that
/ could stop upstairs in bed, and hear you
SING the old songs down below" answered
Granny, unabashed,
you're like the good ould Oirish gin
themen, all of the ouIden tonne, Granny"
said Maurice, bringing forward her cspe-
cial chair. Don't sou remember how he
was supposed to be defunct, and his
friends were waking him, and the can
dies were lighted around his bed? The