The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-10-26
LOVING RELATIVES.

well, no matter what year. And she
was stout and short. with ankles like
pump handles and no visible waist.
But we have not mentioned the most
important fact Of ALL Miss Dubarle
had $4,000 of her own.
1t was bleak October afternoon.
Miss Dubarle and her second cousin
and companion, Janet Heath, sat to-
gether, working crochet roses for q
counterpart
Janet" said Miss Dubarle. politely,
you're fool"
Janet looked up, with flush Of color
on her pale, pretty cheek.
BE sensible girl" added the elder
female. Give him up, and I'll buy
you blue silk dress and black lace
shawl"
"But I love him, Miss Dubarle."
Every we'll" she said, very well,
Janet Heath. Pack your trunk as
soon as you please. l can dispense
with your services at once. And pack
mine first, II you please, Janet Heath"
"You are not going away, Miss Du-
barle?" Queried poor Janet, in con-
sternation.
I'm going to visit my relatives"
And Miss Dubarle, who allowed no
suns to go down on her wrath, took
the first train for New York, and slept
that night in the fifth story of mar
ble-fronted hotel.
II didn't think should miss that
child Janet so much" she said, rather
dolefully, to herself, the next morning.
as she tried to comb out her tangled
"backhair," and nearly strangled her.
self trying to button up her own boots
| but don't care! won't give up
to her lovesick whims; and I will go
to see Maria Brooks and Herbert
Smythe. Maria's little girl wrote me
beautiful letter last month, and all out
of her own head, her mother said
Let me see-Eudocia her name was
Perhaps I'll adopt Eudocia."
The servant showed Miss Dubarle
into a reception room, furnished after
the styls Of Louis Qa!sge. His mis-
tress was out. but would return pres
emily he explained. fr.''
"I'll wait" said Miss Dubarle.
A wlzened little girl, with her hair
braided in long Chinese plaits, and red,
chill-lookng elbows, was tinkling
away at the piano. She looked round
as the guest entered.
"You are Eudocia. suppose?" said
Miss Dubarle, affably
YES" said the child, I'm Eudocla.
And who are you?"
Il am Miss Dubarle," said the heir
ess, graciously. you have heard your
mamma tell about Miss Dubarle,
haven't you?"
20. yes" said Eudocia, her small,
flshy eyes lighting up. You're the
old maid that mamma says is SO out
out"
"Out Of health?" =
mo; some very big word"
"Outrageous?" suggested Miss Du-
barle, somewhat discounted
"No--not that that--outlandish. And
you're going to die and leave me all
your money and then we're to travel In
Europe. But papa says he don't see
but what you're going to hold on for
ever. What Is 1t you are holding on
to, Miss Dubarle?"
Hem" said Mics Dubarle.
Twenty-seven Bachelor So was tall
brownstone building full of studios,
Offices and sets Of chambers, and Miss
Mn hnr In toh NJ ~ |
before she reached door at the very
top, on which a card, neatly tackled,
bore the inscription, Herbert Smythe.
Artist"
She beat brisk tattoo on the panels
with the handle Of her sun umbrella,
and voice answered:
Come in"
But to her amazsment, the occupant
Of the apartment instead of young
artist in black velvet painting robe,
was grim female. fitting very upright
on gothic chair, With tattered gloves
and bonnet bent on the side.
as Mr.. Smythe in?" asked Miss Du.
barle.
NO." answered the stony female,
che amt But II you're wise you'll sit
down, like me, and walt until he does
come In. l s'pose you've come after
your bill?"
Have you?" asked Miss Dubarle.
"Yes-for the seventh time. He
owes everybody-Sfuythe does. I'm his
but you can ask the land
lord and the wine merchant, and the
tailor and the halter, and"
"Then," CURLY observed Miss Du-
barle, Il should think you were all
great fools for trusting him."
$50 we be-" said Che woman, grimly,
and l amt denyit 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
"O!" said Miss D1barle.
"He says" added the unconscious
traitress, that she's as old as Methu-
saleh, and cant live but few days.
anyhow; but l. for one, don't believe
4 word of it. But Sou amt agoin', be
you?"
Don't be alarmed" said Miss Du-
oarle, stroking the soft, brown hair
with kindly. reassuring touch. 1--WE
come back to you, Janet Heath; for
believe, in spite Of everything, you are
he truest friend I've got, and that .
you love me after ALL"
"And So" said Miss Dubare, "you
an marry that Harry Dart Of yours.
md he can come here to live, and
we'll all be a happy family together.
So Miss Dubarle settled back into the
I'D groove again, and when the letters
rom New York came she sent them
Jack unopened. And when Mr.. Herbert
smythe and the secor Brooks family
lrrived In pr6brla personae she obsti.
iately refused to see them.
Disappointed Citizens.