Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-05-27

yCur way"
Goodness knows where it's all gone to-
observed Mrs Rossiter. irrelevantly. Il
never bought hat and paid what they
asked. l never missed bargain sale in
my life. and no one ever bought more al
the m. No woman ever Stinted and pinched
as l have done! Hasn't the cook always
had orders to save The cheese parings and
car die ends? Was anything ever wasted?
But it is like the man to blame the
woman--''
MY dear, 1 am not blaming any one; 1
am only stating fact"
That 1 must give up my carriage?
Never! If you've spent your money-use
mine"
Mr.. Rossiter flushed furiously. His throat
felt very dry; his supineness was followed
by momentary exctation of feeling.
Il am very sorry, my dear, but he
began.
But what-but what? Why doesn't the
man speak?'
Your money, madam, as you know, was
invested by me in bonds of the southern
states" Mr. Rossiter hesitated.
We'll? Well?"-impatiently.
And these bonds"-speaking with diff
culty-''have been recently repudiated."
'Bonds!-repudiated! What does that
mean?'
which sold It's paper and received money for
1t now declares that paper invalid. In
other words, the bonds, purchased in good
faith by innocent investors have been out
which issued them"
Mrs. Rossiter did not turn whitehall
was impossible, but her face grew a shade
less rosy; her eyes snapped; her figure APP
peared to expand indefinitely. Mr.. Rossiter
grew proportionately smaller; he also be-
came absently interested in what was go
ing on outside-the pictures in the room
anything save Mrs. Rossiter Miss Rossi-
ter's lips parted ironically; she curled up
more easily in the great chair like a spec
tator who settles herself for comfort as the
curtain goes up.
Les Precieuses Ridicules or Ecole des
Maris! Miss Rossiter had not been long
home from school, and the French comedies
were still fresh in her mind. Her head lay
dairtly against the rosewood carving of
the chair: her toe had vanished; the shadow
of a smile now played about her mouth.
The comedy: the irony; the tragedy of
pounds, shillings and pence.
You mean my moneys gone!" spoke up
Mrs. ROSSiter. ominousy.
Il mean it is invested in southern states
bords,'' said Mr.. Rossiter, clearing his
threat
Observation-Disclosures
The action of the legislature en-
tirely unexpected. madam. Some Of the
best banks hold these bonds. When I In
vested your money in them it was as l told
you, on the most conservative advice in the
street. The credit of the state has hereto
fore been held inviolable"
'Fiddlesticksl After frittering away your
own fortune-you now rob me of Miner
The slight figure of the man came to life:
1t seemed about to spring into resentful
action; but the great figure grew greater
more overwhelming, more indignant, more
crushing!
Yes. rob- rob-"
He did not answer. A.moment she waited
You're a fool; you always were: YOU
always will BET! And Mrs. Rossiter swept
from the room.
Mr.. Rossiter stood by the window. He
was paler than his wont; his hand trembled
The girl continued to watch; she seemed
studying him impersonally, as one might
almost observe a stranger Was he hand
some: Yes; after fragile. womanly fash
ion. The strength of his family had gone
INTO his ancestors; he remained the surviv-
ing shadow.
Without. a hand organ began to play,
ana the strains of the latest popular piece
or the concert saloons. the sad melody of
Polly Perkins, fioated far and near In that
arlstocratic neighborhood:
I'm broken hearted milkman. in grief I'm
arrayed
Through keeping the company of a young serving
The man at the crank thought Mr.. Rossi-
te' was looking at MIN and all the sunshine
of Italy beamed from his countenance; he
even sent monkey toward the window but
al the aspect OF that agile and hairy form.
ara the g1bberlng face suddenly and I'M
eXTectedly thrust before him, Mr. Rossiter
drew back with an abrupt exclamation
The girl in the chair began to laugh.
Give him something, papa" she said
Just to show We can give him, if we
want to-
Mechanically Mr.. Rossiter felt in his
waistcoat and drew forth a piece of silver,
which he regarded obviously
Give 1t to him"
But my dear this is twentv-fve-,
I'VE can't be any poorer And imagine
how rich he'll think we arer'
The monkey or the MANI observed Mr..
Rossiter, with a feeble ATTEMPT at levitv
Both, you goose!"
Whereupon the father lifted the window
ana handed the coin to the chattering petit
toner. who grasped 1t in his eager paw and
VaElshed downward with mercenary and
sordld glee. But the expression of the per
former is beyond words to depict. doffnp
his cap, he bowed and bowed, and smiled
ana smiled; then grasping the handle of his
instrument he played frantically, presto,
prestlsslmo, the while he bobbed the
monkey up and down with a string, as If
the higher its leaps the more apparent his
own overwhelming gratitude.
mere observed the girl "In his mind
-deiuded heathen!-we are richer than anv
one on the street. I'm sure Miss Wander
non VINO is worth five millions, never gave
MN more than five cents AS we gave him
a eve ZINES mat we must be worth twenty
world?" III the
;, Mr., Rossiter started "Twenty-ave mill
T Picbard ne S,ro repeated t slowly. They say
Mr. Strong" repeated the girl "Such q
fortuner' pinicelS
My dear. 1t is the-commonplace mon &c
adays'' h'ee" iio"
suppose so. The modern Cinderella Is
carried off by Mr.. Nobody who everybody
Things is Somebody. There is no such thing
as Ialry tales In this prosaic life anv more
MI Rossiter did not answer THE hand
some prince with his golden chariotr' went
on the girl. Where is he? The only man
know who really looks like a prince is
cousin Charlie, and I'm sure he hasn't any
golden chariot. He's as poor as Cinderella
herself She thrust out her foot with o
niue ironical exclamation. 1T isn't so very
large, is it?'-and then tucked II haci
quickly; but too large for Cinderella ~
My child said Mr.. Rossiter deliherat To-
~, aithoush hesitatingly. Mr. Strong called
on me not long ago. He-asked permission
10 pay you his addresses"
Inc rose-pink of her cheek deenened
gu mean to-marry me?" she asLod
mn ielsned composure. Then she gave q
niue gasp and laughed. save
ne makes up his mind vary a,,,
co ousn ne, papa? I suppose that's he.
cause he Is such a good business ~,
man OF quick decision. Tbat.s VII a., -
newspapers say Of him Mr. Stron@ III, .ie
,he famous running horse. Holly Eaiyo.y.
i ook IN MS points at a oil,