Evening journal., 1900-03-17
HEIRESS HUNTING

"Shc must be sick, said Ettic Hall
% herself. "or elso she would havo
been here long ago Poor Justnel
Somehow things are arranged very
strangely in this world. l can't undei-
stand what It all means. nor what /
have done that l should be rich and
courted. while Justine Maynard. who
was my classmato at Madame Pauli-
mis-, trims dresses for a living. ] de-
serve no credit for the skillful man
ngement OF Uncle Crotchley. whereby
my dollars became eagles. / only wish
she would let me divide with her; but
she has too much Of the naughty May
nard blood in her veins for that Ill
20 and see her."
And Ettie Hall ran upstairs into
little boudoir to tie on her hat. just
rs she came out the maid brought up
a card on silver salyer
Ettie's telltale eyes sparlSled as she
glanced nc the Roman-lettered inscrip-
tion on the one side.
MARKHAM FERNLEY.
And then. taking II up, perused on the
reverse side the following words
May / accompany you TO the opera
to-night2 Florlne has a box and Sal
terelll will sing Yours. ever devotedly,
I4Ailt AuhNNA Nll u nllN'tA AA lliih nNAt-
paper monOgrammed In gold and hur-
riedly scrlbbled upon II the one word,
''Yes."
Give that to him." she said hurried
ly.
Justine Maynard's little room was
no luXurl0usly appointed nest OF lace
and gold and Administer. Bare and
cold and poverty-stricllen fits cracked
/ ttsn md aIufffur roof trafuaI "a. trlo,,s
from the rosy sunset, and Justine her
self lay on the bed, with hands
pressed TO her throbbng forehead
"Only a headache. dear" she said
pssaying n faint smile. as Ettle Hall
/ hurried toward her. "rhat Is all. And
have been a little worried by the
landlord; he win be back again pres
emily for the money that shall not
be able TO give him. III he would only
walt until tomorrow"
Let me pay him. Justine"
II am not beggar. yet. Ettie-nay,
do not look hurt / know how tender
and large-souled you are; but / have
never yet accepted charity. even fruin
30 dear n friend as you, and never
will-n0. not If die first Tomorrow
| can take that satin dress home and
/ receive $40 for making It. That viii
set me all right | should have re-
turned It tonight but this pain makes
n mere child Of me"
Justine" said she. "I'ye an idea.
I'll take this dress home for yoa. I'll
ret the money and bring It back
Nonsense, Ettie"
Every good sense, on the contrary -
And Ettie deftly placed il within
sheets OF brown paper wrapping and
tied It up
Come. whore is Il TO go toY
"To Miss Fernley, In Middleton
square Oh, ETHEL how shall ! ever
repay you for all your kindnessT'
Ettie was tying a dark brown veil
so closely over her hat that Justine
Maynard never saw the deep dye on
her cheek She was almost sorry she
had offered 10 take Florine Fernley's
new dress home. For a second Eci
resolution wavered. and then she re-
preached herself for even that sec
ond's indecision.
'I'll be back very soon. dear" sh,
said STOPPING TO press her cool lip
TO Justine's fevered brow And ~
bring the money. too. or l mistake nll
own talent at the debt-collecting bust
, ness"
She hurried away with the bundle
neatly balanced in her arms anI
walked rapidly, lest her resolution
should fail her. Ii was not Ion.
walk. for the Fernleys lived in Mia
dleton square. but a few blocks dis
. tant
A smart blue-rlbboned maid cam,
10 the door.
''Yes, Miss Fernley was at home
and with a supa'cilious insolenc'
which made Elites blood boil. the CIR
, pointed up a dark stairway.
"Just up there and you'l find her
First door TO the left
Miss Ettie Hall followed the direc
, tions and found herself In a twiligh
apartment, where draped mirrors aut
sweet. faint scents betrayed the mani
/, fold mysteries of young lady's toi
lette.
/, whats wanting? Why cant / have
my nap in peace:" querously demand
d ed Florine Fernley's voice "Oh. II 1
that everlasting dressmaker Mark
! Mark want ten dollars
, so do I-ten thousand" retorted
! familiar voice from the next room
"But / can't have all l want
. "YOu borrowed twenty of me TO hir
that nonsensical opera box"
! "That was business, my dear"
: "Businessi NOnsensei Give me tn
Z money. l say" fretted Florine.
eyes, business, my girl. HIelres-
hunting is as much business as spec
ulating on Wall treet, and the fai
Henrietta is a fish that won't jump n
e any ordinary bait"
, "Hushw cried Florine, sharply. an
= then, turning TO the soi-dlsant dress
Z maker. she said:
o 1T isn't convenient TO pay you 10
: day. Call again next week or the wee
% after"
u excuse me-" answered Ettie in
e low but resolute voice; Il must hay
4, the money now
~ "Afustw retorted Miss Fernley q
7, she angrily rang the bell. "Mary. sho'
- this person out!'
y Il decline TO leave the dress until
y am paid for IT," said Ettie firmly.
"Now. look here. you dressmakC
girL" said the harsh voice of Aiarl
!. ham Fernley. as he advanced from IN
= inner apartment. none Of your impl
- dence. Leave the dress or I'll send fC
4, ,,otionrnan and tpach Won VOur mr.