The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1898-09-22
"Out of health r
"Out OF heaIthT
"No; some very big word"
courageous" suggested Miss Du-

you're going to die and leave me all
your money and then we are to travel
in Europe. But papa says he don't ses
but what you're going to hold on
forever. What is it you are holding
on to, Miss Dubarle?"
HEMP said Miss Dubarle. $50
your mammals kind enough to con-
slider me outlandish, is she?'
Mammals going to invite you to
visit u.s." went on the unwisely COM
municative Eudocia, "when the Fitz-
Roy Fortesques are gone. She says
she don't want them to be shocked
with your Noah's-Ark ways. l had
Noah's Ark once," added the en-
FAINT terrible, with a dog in it and
Shem, Ham and Japhet."
II dare say" said Miss Dubarle
checking n strong inclination to laugh,
although she felt herself growing pur-
pie in the fact with Indignation. II
think l won't wait any longer, Eudo-
ella; good-by."
And Miss Dubarle shook the dust of
the Secor Brooks mansion off her feet.
"A pretty hyp0crite's nest l should
have got into there!" she said, half
aloud, as she entered the vehicle she
had been wise enough to bid wait.
Janet Heath. with all her faults, was
at least frank and truthful enough.
Drive to twenty-seven Bachelor
Square, coachman!'
Twenty-seven Bachelor Square was
n tall, brown-stone building. full of
studios, officers and sets of chambers,
and Miss Dubarle was well-nigh out
Of breath before she reached door
at the very top, ON which Il card, neat
ly tackled, bore the inscription, "Her-
bert Smythe, Artist"
She beat brisk tattoo on the panels
with the handle of her sun umbrella,
and voice answered.
Come in."
But to her amazement, the occupant
of the apartment, instead of a young
artist in black velvet painting-robe,
was a grim female, sitting very up
right on gothic chair, with tattered
gloves and Il bonnet bent on the side.
us Mr.. Smythe in?" asked Miss Du-
barle.
NO" answered the stony female;
she amt. But if you're wise you'll sit
down, like me, and wait until he does
come in. l s'pose you've come after
your bill?"
Have yo?" asked Miss Dubarle tax
Ing the first part of the hint, by de-
posting herself ON sofa.
"TpS-fOP fhn cauapth tf,no IT.
owes everybody-Smythe does. I'm
his laundress, but you can ask the
landlord and the wine merchant, and
the tailor and the halter, and"
'Then," curtly observed Miss Du-
barle, ri should think you were all
great fools for trusting himr'
80 we be-" said the woman, grim
ly; "and l amt denyin' of that, but
you see he's kept us on the string all
along with stories of his rich cousin,
Miss Dubarle, as has made her will in
his favor, and is goin' to leave him no
end of money"
oh" said Miss Dubarle, rubbing
her nose vehemently with the end of
the sun-umbrella handle.
HE says" added the unconscious
traitoress, that she's as old as Me-
thuselah, and can't live but a few
lays, anyhow; but 1, for one, don't be.
lieve word of 1t. But you amt
agoin' be you?"
Yes" said Miss Dubarle, rising.
please to give him this card when he
comes in and tell him, If you like, the
Iittln of ffnp hou hn,
And she was nearly downstairs be-
fore the laundress, fitting on a pair of
silver-bowed spectacles, had read the
two words inscribed upon the card:-
Miss Dubarle."
The heiress was very silent during
her drive back to the hotel. Perhaps
she was engaged in rendering the fun
eral rites on her dear departed delu-
sion. All that she said to herself was
contained in one SENTENCE
II don't like being made a fool Of"
she mentally enunciated, "and l be-
lieve I've come very near it."
Janet Heath sat by the fire In the
next evenings twilight, musing, per-
chance, half in sadness, half in shy
WUtu lhc uOtT ltS
latch and in walked Miss Dubarle.
Janet started to her feet with slight
cry.
Don't be alarmed" said Miss Du-
barle, stroking the soft, brown hair
with a kindly, reassuring touch. "I've
come back to you, Janet Heath; for 1
believe, in spite of everything, you are
the truest friend I've got, and that
you love me, aftc" all!'
Indeed, indeed, Miss Dubarle,
do" sobbed Jauet, with her old fool
ish trick of tears.
And So" said Miss Dubarle, "you
! can marry tina. Harry Dart of yours,
and he can come here to live, and we'll
all be happy family together. Unite
my bonnet-striAgS ,Janet-they've got
somehow into krQt-and make me Il
cup of tea. These railroads are
| enough TO shake oIs into a jellyr
So Miss DubaI;. settled back into
| the old groove again. and when the let
n