The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1898-06-28

. " epe a.' w vhnta NO ref,
the others. For the world is not nj
together stocked with Venuses and
Hobes, whatever tue romance writer's
would like to make us believe. and
there is no reason why plain female
cannot be heroine i'll spite of her
looks.
But we have not mentiened the most
important fact of eli, Miss Dubarle
had forty thousand dollars of her own,
~ And that was, without dopl,, the
reason that her relatives sent her pres
sing invitations 10 "comc and visit
them, and dispatched cases of wine
and hampers of game and boxes of
new books down to Dubarle Farm. md
hteie girls worked hideous pincushions
ana Tides to decorate her rooms; and
young men wrote acrostics for her
birthday, and everybody listened
politely to her speeches, however pro-
Tx they might be. For n rich old
maid is worth cultivating, and it
wasn't Mt all likely now the. Miss On.
barle would ever marry.
- 1t was n bleak afternoon. the red
and brown leaves whirling round and
round IN the blast, and the reatwcod
hre upon the hearth, sending, every
now and then, spiteful little gushes of
smoke into the room where Miss On
oarle and her second cousin and com.
panlon, Janet Heath, sat together
working crochet roses fer counter
pane.
Janet" said Miss Dubarle politely.
you're II foolr'
Janet looked up with flush of color
on her pale, pretty cheek. She was
not at all unaccustomed te these little
complimentary remarks on the part of
Miss Dubarlo
BE sensible girl" added the Ell
der female. Give him up, and III
buy you blue-silk dress and n black
lace shawl
But love him, Miss Dubarle."
"oh, psha-a-aw!" grimaced the
spinster. Love. indeed! | never
was i'll love-
And, added Janet, growing more
rosy than ever, as she stopped to pick
up her ivory needle, ''he saws he
would be miserable without me.
Don't please, he angry, Miss Du-
barle; but indeed, indeed. | must
marry him.
Miss Dubarle jumped up so sudden
ly that the doing blackhird in it,
cage uttered shrill note of conster
nation.
= 'Very well, she said-"very we'll
Janet Heath. Pack your trunk rs
soon as you please. / can dispense
with your services at once. And pack
mine first, if you please, Janet Heath. '
on are not going away, Miss Du-
barleS' queried poor Janet, in con
eternation.
= I'm going to visit my relatives. "
said Miss ,Dubarle. with pursed-np
lips. And then little Janet knew that
her own fate, as far rs any worldly
advantages to lie derived from her
klnship to the heiress, was sealed.
Put in the black silk gown, Janet. "
said Miss Dubarlo. in tone as lugu-
brious rs if she were giving orders
Tor her own funeral. "Of all sins. +
regard ingratitude as the basest-
and the China Grape scarf to think
that ] have nursed viper to turn
and sting me Mt last And don't for
get my easy slippers though / don't
Know either why my corns should Ice
entitled TO any more consideration
than my poor bruised heart"
And then, rs Janet Heath began to
cry, Miss Dubarlc marched out Of
the room.
ri never could endure the vapors.
taii Miss Dubarlc. "I1l go To nv
NIECE Maria, or maybe I'll make Her
bert Smythc little bit of visit.
he's always saying how delighted he
would be to entertain me i'm his
bachelor quarters. They both love
me, although l haven't done half for
them that ! have for this little scr
pcnts tooth Of Janet dare saw
she expects TO be my hciress. bu.
she'll find ont her mistake. / guess.
And Miss Duharlc, who allowed mo-
suns 90 go down upon her wrath. took
the fret train for New York. and slept
that night i'm the fifth story Of q mar
ble-frontcd hotel
~ didn't think / shonld miss that
child Janet $50 much, she said. rather
dolcfully, TO herself. the next morn
ing, as she tried 90 comb ont her
tangled "back hair, and nearly
strangIcd herself trying to button M
her own boots but / don't care, ]
won't give up To- her loyc-sick whimq.
and will go TO see Maria Brooks and
Herbert Smythe Maria's little cirl
wrote me o beautiful letter last month,