The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1898-09-22
A CHANGE OF MIND.

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year. And she was stout, and short,
with no visible waist; and hands that
were red and fat, instead of white
and slender; and features that be-
tonged to no Grecian type or Roman
mold, but seemed to be setting up sui
generis, each on its own special ac-
count, with no reference whatever to
The others.
But we have not mentioned the
most important fact of all. Miss Du-
barle had forty thousand dollars of
her own.
And that was, without doubt, the
reason that her relatives sent her
pressing invitations to "come and visit
them," and dispatched cases of wine
and hampers Of game and boxes of
new books down to Dubarle Farm;
the little girls worked hideous pin
cushions and tides to decorate her
rooms; and young men wrote acros-
tics for her birthday and everybody
listened politely to her speeches, how
aver prolix they might be. For a rich
Did maid is worth cultivating, and 1t
barle would eTar marry.
1t was a bleak afternoon, the red
and brown leaves wihrling round and
round in the blast, and the great wood
hre upon the hearth sending, every
now and then, spiteful little gushes of
smoke into the room where Miss Du-
Darle and her second cousin and com
Inn 4,
working roses for n counterpane.
Janet" said Miss Dubarle, polite
ly, you're foolr'
Janet looked up with n flush of color
On her pale, pretty cheek. She was
aot at all unaccustomed to these little
complimentary remarks on the part of
Miss Dubarle.
'Be sensible girl" added the elder
female. Give him up, and I'll buy
you blue silk dress and black lace
shawl"
But / love him, Miss Dubarle."
"Oh, psha-a-aww grimaced the spin
ster. Love, indeed! never was in
over'
And" added Janet, growing more
'osy than ever, as she stopped to pick
up her ivory needle, "he says he would
be miserable without me. Don't,
please, be angry, Miss Dubarle; but
indeed, indeed, | must marry him."
Miss Dubarle jumped up so suddenly
that the doing blackbird in its cage
uttered a shrill note of CONSERVATION.
Very WELL" she said-"very well,
Eanet Heath. Pack your trunk as soon
as you please. can dispense with
Tour services at once. And pack
mine first, If 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"
said Miss Dubarle, with pursed-up
lips. And ther little Janet knew that
her own fate as fur as any worldly
advantages to be derived from her
kinship to the heiress. was sealed.
Put in the black silk gown, Janet"
said Miss Dubarle. in tone as lugu-
orious as If she We're giving orders for
her own funeral. "Of all sins. | re-
gard ingratitude as the basest-and
he China Grape scarf,-to think that 1
have nursed a viper to turn and sting
me at last! And don't forget my easy
slippers-though l don't know either
why my corns should be entitled to
my more consideration than my DOOR
bruised heart"
And then, as Janet Heath began to
:ry, Miss Dubarle marched out of the
room.
II never could endure the yapors, {"
said Miss Dubarle I'll go to nv
niece Maria, or maybe I'll make Her
bert Smythe little bit of a visit; he's
always saying how delighted he
would be to entertain me in his bach
elor quarters. They both love me,
although l haven't done half for them
that / have for this little serpent's
tooth of Janet. I dare say she ex-
poets to be my heiress, but she'll find
out her mistake, l guess"
And Miss Dubarle who allowed no
suns to go down upon her wrath, took
she first train for New York, and slept
that night in the fifth story of a mar
ble-fronted hotel.
Il didn't think l should miss that
child Janet so much" she said rather
dolefully to herself the next morning.
as she tried to comb out her tangled
"back-halr," and nearly strangled her
self trying to button up her own
boots-"but I don't care. l won't give
mp to her love-sick whins, and | will
90 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."
And Miss Dubarle ordered carriage
and drove to the mansion Of Mr.. Secor
Brooks, on an aristocratic side street.
"They seem to live very nicely"
thought the rich relation. II didn't
know secor's income justified such
style as this"
The servant showed Miss Dubarle
"a into a reception-rOom, furnished after
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