Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1898-06-27

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 car
riage and drove to the mansion of
Mr.. Secor Brooks, on an aristocratic
side street.
"They seem to live very nicely" :"
thought the rich relation. 81 didn't
know Secor's income justified such
style as this"
The servant showed Miss Dubarle
into reception room, furnished after
the style of Louis Quinze His mis-.
tress was out, but would return pres
emily, he explained.
''I'll watt" said Miss Dubarle.
A wizened little girl, with her hair
braided in long Chinese plaits, and
red, chill-looking elbows, was tinkling
away at the piano. She looked round
as the guest entered.
''You are Eudocia, suppose" said
Miss Dubarle, afably.
"Yes," said the child, "I'm Eudo-
cia. And who are you?"
81 am Miss Dubarle," said the
heiress, graciously. ''You have heard
your mamma tell about Miss Dubarle,
haven't you?"
ooh, yes" said Eudocia, her small,
fshy eyes lighting up. You're the
old maid that mamma says is SO out
out"
"Out of health?"
''No; some very big word"
"Outrageous?" suggested Miss Du-
barle, somewhat discounted.
"No-not that-outlandish! And
you're going to die and leave me all
your money and then we're to travelin
Europe. But papa says he don't see
but what you're going to hold On for
ever. What is it you are holding on
to, Miss Dubarle?"
"HemI" said Miss Dubarle. $50
your mammals kind enough to con-
slider IL 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. 1 had a
Noah's ark once" added the enfant
terrible, with dog in it and Shem,
Ham and Japhet."
81 dare say" said Miss Dubarle,
checking strong inclination to laugh,
although she felt herself growing pur-
pie in the face with Indignation. 81
think I won't wait any longer, Eu-
docia; goodby."
And Miss Dubarle shook the dust
of the Secor Brooks mansion off her
feet.
"a pretty hypocrite's nest I should
have got into therer 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
a tall, brownstone building, full of
studios, offices and sets of chambers,
and Miss Dubarle was well-nigh out
of breath before she reached door at
the very top, on which card, neatly
tackled, bore the inscription, Herbert |
Artist"
She beat brisk tattoo OF the panels |
with the handle of her sun umbrella,
and a voice answered:
"Come in.
But to her amazement, the occupant |
of the apartment, instead of young
artist in black velvet painting robe,
was a grim female, sitting very up
right on a gothic chair, with tattered
gloves and bonnet bent on the side.
"Is Mr.. Smythe in?" asked Miss
Dubarle.
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. s'pose you've come
after your bill?"
"Have you?" asked Miss Dubarle,
taking the first part of the hint, by
herself on sofa.
"Yes-for the seventh time. He
owes eVeryDody-omytn does. L 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, 81 should think you were all
great fools for trusting him"
$50 we be-" said the woman, grim
ly; 'and 1 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"
"Ohp' said Miss Dubarle, rubbing
her nose vehemently with the end OF
the sun-umbrella handle.
"He SAYS" added the unconscious
traitress, "that she's as old as Me-
thusaleh, and can't live but a few
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