The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-12-07
abs A Passing From Trib-
ulation TO Happiness.

/ TO her. The Maj0T-She wondered if
! he resembled her father nj all-was
tall and thin, with long legs. over
which he seemed 10 have little o. ne
control, and quick. searching. almost
coyetous way of looking at one; he
| seemed always on the defensive. lie
greeted the girl kindly enough and
then ella conveyed her to her room
chatterimg the whole way, and in five
minutes BabS possessed the whole
family history. A young artist. i Mr..
Royce. who had a studio close by,
i doomed rather large in her prattle,
and, as it was mothers at home
day. would probably call that after.
noon
Where am I to put all my things,
Ella?'
Ella, perched ON the edge of the bed,
looked round with the air of robin on
the train of fat worm.
4 can lug couple of trunks into my
room" she said, and oh, do let me
help you unpackr'
When she saw the ivory backed
brushes, silver mounted. the costly
knick-knacks that soon crowded the
toilet table, she gazed with wide open
eyes.
"Your father must have been awful
" rich. Babs."
Il believe he was-onee. See here,
my initial is 'E, the same rs yours.
WIN you accept this hrnsh5" and she
handed her one OF her ivory trio and
Ella impulsivcly kissed her What
ever her first slight awe of her statp-
esque cousin, it was brushed away
now.
AT lunch-and how Babs hated hash
and its flabby bits Of saturated toast
the Major was laxative ana spry
glancing keenly at his niece from time
to time She had brought few pres
ents for the family, pair Of earrings
for her aunt, and she handed him a
cigar case.
H Il am sorry l do not smoke cigars
Babs," he said. but shall value your
present all the same"
Something had evidently rufiled Mrs.
Gilden, for she said aloud. icily;
NO. dear. half a dozen packs Of
cards would he more in your line, ="
and Babs wondered if she had been al
lowed peep at the skeleton in the
family cupboard.
Il have just had a letter from my
brother handed me by namesake of
ours, very distant cousin, Introducing
him. have asked him to djlner TO-
nigh"
| Does he come from the West In
dies, mcle| came SSgerly from Babs
Yes. he can teliNls all about poor
Talbot"
Poor father is really ruined. then"
''IrretrieYably. / fear"
'Then goodbye to our occasional
checks" thought Mrs. Gi!den, signing
heavily and crcaking
TO put it mildly. Mrs GHden's rccep-
zion was not a crowded function for
no one but Mr. Royce called How this
handsome, refined man came to find
himself in this third rate makeshift
kind of society was a marvel to Babs
Guy Royce sometimes wondered vague
" himself what brought him there.
He n lonely man. who made few
friends, had met the trio at an unfash.
ionable watering place. aud Ella
amused him. When he entered the
room, smile upon his lips for the
adoring Ella, and was introduced to
Babs, his manners for a moment de-
serted him All the artist In the man.
all The intense love Of the beautiful
awoke in him: be had instinctively
taken her hand and looked into her
darj; eyes. Sensitive and proud rs was
the girl she did moi resent the glance,
for it was an almost reverential look
Guy Royce. Ike most men in his pro-
| fession, worshipcd beauty, and in Babs
he thought lie had found its very in
carnation
Conversation langulshed, and Ella
Yas inclined TO pout; Mrs. Gilden, too,
| grudged the admiration Babs had
evolved. when suddenly bright idea
struck the artist
Mrs Glider" he said and his was
wonderfully persuasive voice. will
you al come round and have tea at my
studio? My 'Prosperine' goes off 10
Paris tomorrow"
Il cannot. Of course, get away. but
| If Mrs. Grafton wiz play propricty
there's no reason why The girls should
moi" and the iirls darted off for their
hats
Guy proved Il most courteous host,
and showed them everything. Babs
was specially attracted by an old
fashioned carved oak cabinet contains
] ing china.
None OF these specimens are really
valuable said Guy, deprecatingly.
but to me they are very precious, and
have history
Thank you for your hospitality. Mr..
Royce, said Babs. in her smooth. even
tone you have taught me more in
the last two hours than l haye.1earned
as many years
'Why. Ella, do believe you have
been trying moi to cry My dear girl,
what is the matter?" and then. rs
happy thought, the schoolgirl remedy
for grief suddenly presented itself to
her mind
Come and gorge Ices. Ella
CHAPTER III.