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“THE CIRL IN RED,” IS NELLIE BLY’S ‘GREATEST STORY.
IT BEGINS NEXT WEEK.
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NEW YORK, SATURDAY, MARCH 28, 1891.
that helpless, white-clad form in
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Entered according (0 Act of Congress, in the year 91. by Norman I, Munro, in the office of the Librarian of Congress,
‘at Washington. D- G.
The Dream < Her in;
The Handsomest Young Man in Town.
SWEET AND TENDER
ROMANTIC
LOVE STORY FULL/ OF
INCIDENTS.
Emma Garrison Jones,
Author of * The Belle of the Navy Yard,” " Bijou, the * Beagar-Maid.>”
‘by Telegraph,” "A Southern Princess,” "A Terrible Crime,” *
“! Faie Lady Tpit," * Married
Lady Marguerite,” etc. etc.
[This Story wilt not be Published in Book:form.)
CHAPTER I.
THE DREAM OF HER LIFE,
{iGnus, what tn the world are you doing? Do
‘hat
1 know it’s half-past eleven o'clock? You should
are been in bed an hour ago.”
But we're obliged to-sit up till midnight, |
mamsy, dear. It’s Hollow Eve night, you kno
and we're going to tell our fortunes.
This last voice was tas th
tnrusb, and a moment later a gis face looked in
at the half- “open door. | Such a face one rarely aces
ven once in a lifetine—fair as an infant’s, tinted
{ike « biusb-rose, and all agie leam with mischievous
laughter which sparkled in tl stone eves a
called ‘ncing succession of dimples in
the oval cheeks fand about the pretty, pouting,
Imagine, if possible this bewitching face framed
—so to speak—in a cloud of shining, erinkling, will-
Za, gold -brown hit, and you have @ ploture Of the
roine of out love-story,
gimme “up from the plain sewing
caught sight of this fair young
heavily.
ich and prosperous, or even in
comfortable circumstances, tie fond mother would
bave taken great pride and delight
ters tare loveliuedy: Dut belnga widow, and almest
destitute, she found it a source of constant uneas-
ness a
Wioitted—poor, dear child! Ta give the
world if she was as plain and sensible as her sis-
tor,” the anxious mother said to herself nm
times
work for her daily bread.”
‘Buc Winifred was “iutinitely content, and would
not have exchanged her fair young loveliness for
boundless wealth,
jer daugh- | a
sa. “Beauty like hers is a curse rather
than a blessing, hen b git] 1s poor and obliged to #
“Wi Vy, pany, i it’s just horrid of you to talk
that she would say, when her anxious
mother hanced to drop a word in her hearing-—
“the idea of not wanting me to be beautifal! I
ghoatd think c you'd be glad. How should you like
Roxy B
do pity the poor thing so—I positively: ato to
look at, her—and she sits right in front of me in
the workroon
Winifred, "shy it’s wicked to say such things.
Rox: Blake's a good girl.”
jo ig. a cabbage good, m it isn’t one
balf as pretty as a rose—and who wouldn't sooner
be a ose than a cabbagel Ob, Ws Jaat glorious to
be beautiful—one alwi ‘and com-
fortauto even In. shabby, clothes ns it fa gins
homely, that’s the end of i. Now xy
sy, but 1
poo!
ih satiny and diamonds she'd bo
suntoyet and’ suub>mosed al the san
mamsy, 1 never bay my prayers that I don’t thank
Lord, in my heart if I don’t put in it
words, for making me: so beautiful,”
UAFinttrods Vor shocked! Hush this instant—
you are positivel
“Because I than! Lord for my beauty?
Why, mamay, why shouldn't T thank Hit for that
Wall as for daily bread, or any other blessings
wicked."
uty
to my tniuklog, Look at my hate, now, mamas —
it
ld—and my eyes ehine ike atare
I, square, ‘and set-
ne 81 od nto deat
looking at nyselt mel ald
have fine viothess soft ‘haces, ‘and pretty Jewels
sitken robes, I should be the happiest ezeature
in the round Wo
* Wini ifred, Wioitrea, have you taken leave of
your senses?
Nota bitof it, mamsy, darling; wouldn't you
PROPOSED,
“ay
ean
ent to the bali?
ve if I could get tt, a
nic ball? Oh, 1 say,
Let me
to hav
maso!
Rose?
A Pnors sequen i ME!
his arms and iookel at the fairy childish face, Prins
fe, and love, passion me:
like to see me dressed up lige Cin
w
\derella when she
‘see now, what I'd like
and had a Bid to the pext
re you,
where
Do put aay thal stupid sow
ng:
done work duongh for one day besides, want you
to Help me to decide what
masonic ball, Win.
ing aboat child”
Vil wear to the masonic
cor
fick What are you talk-
in the doorway with her sewing in
Mnliredia Ve silvery ari filled theroom, as her
ter! how eho, stares,
3: Pm only|making owe Fe |
Don’t think I’m
bth hing to reality, you
the masonic ball, that's settled. Who's go-
‘me? Why, I should think you’ wa know.
Prince Charlie, of course; al
What shail ‘ena r?
who is bi
ray
onvininea fainly steti langht
ering up the skirt of h
both hands, sets her pret
Waltzes three times’ Foun:
ished room, before the ay
“Poor, deat
who Bites Charlo lst Way he
tet T toll for our | to.
m
balding Im whieh oor a
as n
{He drives up and dow
rage wit two coal-l ‘blac k
glitters like
a Stain
and the next question is:
ie, my dear,” ‘pats in Mrs, Beverly,
er, and gath-
brown working-
head on one side, and
the smell, plainly fur-
dea of not knowing
owns the
joney besides.
rect in an open car-
Horeca, and hisharness
gold; and, mamsy, he's the wey rey
very handsomest’ man'in town—thav's why
eal! him Prince Charla”
* Well, you 't kno} foung man, Wini-
fred, so you" 70 DO Fight vohe ‘talking about him.”
“ Mercy, mamsy’ cat may look at a kins
besides, Tope to knoe Fuiace Charlie some dar
yes, I do. I hope so with al —it’s the
Aref of my life, mamsy.”
fred, 1 believe yon're lost your senses.
Hash, aud go to
Lean’t, mamsy, v0 got to decide about
my ba alldress fest.
Let’s see, phat would be
thinks Soft,
cobweb tae n
Shore sleeves, very 7 ong ‘whhite gloves, a Precklace of
rose:
pearls, and pink
you say to that, sissy?”
ious, Winnt
You)
you are, to be
Sense and look ater yourjeggs.
yy
nie gave a wild shrit
pty the ‘adjoining room,
airs
“Dn
ver gen
is ee alone.”
sang Winnie, reappenzing|
T say, sissy, what shall it be?
hnost,
silk, with an Grerdress
met with pearls, very
in my hair. What do
What a sily tittle goose
a better stop your non
‘They’
and went scampering
verturning a couple of
hands in despair.
28
Lord
er.”
os
0 of
dear,” said the elder
only young and happy;
ber
hy Bree
luscome of yu
nighty knows,*
In the doorway.
coming, do you | Ro:
“On Sissi, | ome?
CF PRIN ce tu
“Don't you bother, mamsy,” she said, stopping
short in her song, “I'l come out all night in the
end, just as naughty Brier-roce did, only I don't
Intend to sacrifice my life. I think ie will be anh
miore sensible to have a good time, and m
marrg Prince Charite in the end.””
“Winifred, for shame!
and you.”
‘All tight, mamsy, dear, T wills but lot me kiss
ou fot night first, Werte going to try out fort:
ow, Sissy and I all
ied to the vedy beim with saleeand wove
fat ony, ‘vou ae5, aud then go to bed backward,
without speaking a word; aud Whoever comes to
sour drome, with & drink Of wal er, Will be
ow ar future busbands. See,
itd: how an you bo so foolish?”
rred 150K het mothers warn face betsreen
her two rosy pale, and beading ber a head,
sed her repeatedly.
Because I can't help it, mamsy,” she said.
Look here, how, were you never toh mamsy,
when you were a girl? y your
‘dream
for
about my father?
“ She’s got you now, motler—Winnte's got you
ow,” laughed Rose,
PeMHe widow's sad eves Sled with tears. | Winn
throw per. atms about her neck and held her Goss
‘osom,
mo ;mamiy, didn’t mean, to make you ery.
Please, mamsy, forgive me.
Tt there, o there, my child, there’s nothing to for-
sath Woods -night now—it is bigh time you were in
sister,” whispered Winifred, her
tike stars and her cheeks glowing with ‘excitement
hen they bad bidden theirmotuer good-night and
t's say our prayers
Wy ae "in Sins, if we don’t
hun tie dloc mals aie twelve before we besin,
work, Oh, sissy,” she
aiden rit * ony mhttte. laughs cepoutin's it be
funny’ if I should dream of Princo Charlie, sure
enough?”
ei certainly wouldn't be surprising," replied
se, as she brushed out her beantiful dark hair,
*consideri seen you've talked about
io ro aay litle goose, Winnle.”
through with their
aul weve seu fu beds and sound
ee whe. ‘pay sad-eyed mother sat’ in the next
the vraning fire, quite overwhelmed
‘food of tender memori
Was right—there had been a
e sad ced woman was @ fair
young maiden, almost as full of gay
Foolih day-ircams aa bright, wilfal Wionte bor.
But that day was so far back in the past she
could. seatesly reoall Sorrow and misfortune
had darkened and ruined the poor woman's lio
the hus! a in his grave—and
with two wean fem on her’ andes she had been
obliged to fight the battle of life alon
‘She sal re the waning fire, thinklng,
thinking striving it hor shortsighted, human
vision to look into the future and
store for the child she idolized.
* Rose is quiet and sensibie—she will be able to
Hush this instant, I
feet
(Entered at the Post Office, New York, as Second Class Matter.)
{Pogrenannr ara | No. 912
e Charlie understood ail in one lightning-like
take care of herself, no doubt—but what, will be-
ome of my poor, pretty, foolish Winifred when I
am goue?”™
This was the
arden, of the poor, mother's
gharp sound, bringing her all in a moment ‘ont
et, It was high time she was In bedi she stood
sorely in a ttle rest, for the
need of
would bring het many hard tas!
put her room in order, and
prepare for bede-thon,/ue wea ber custom ahs sealo
bn tiptoe into the ‘adjoining room to have a last
look at her ehtldre
‘They were both sound asleep, Winnie's bright
head pillowed on her sister's shoulder, and a smile
that was
young fac
‘: Dear child, how beautiful she ts,” the mother
murmured; ‘she is dreaming now. God grant that
‘ho coming yeare ‘may not Wing her & Liter wal
ing”
‘Then, qturning nolselesly away, she went back
to her , to bathe her pillow with tears.
almost dazzling, lighting up her fair,
CHAPTER I.
PRINCE CHARIAE,
“Wes, mother, Pye done it, Iawait your con-
sratntations.”
‘he speaker, a handsome young fellow, posscsing
the strehath ot a Horeuios, combined wih tho debe
onale grace and, comiinéss of an, Apollo, stood
within th of an exquisitely appointed
boudoty his ott iat rushed in his strong, shapely
ion of angry annoyance on his
handsome fan
‘An exceedingly grand old lady, arrayed in black
Yelvet and polit nce, and wearing « quaint tur.
ban, up in front with a flashing diamond
tar’ above the soft pls of nee whive bait sat ia
deep rocker n open
inher hand, She let
arose to her feet i the alactity of a gir, a the
und of her
Charlie; why, Charlie,” sbe cried, in a. panting
role “ “how you ‘startled mel My Year, what de
Toto young man came step or two nearer, and
standing in the glow of the frelight, he looked
as handsome as a ge
“1 mean just this, smother,” he answered {mpa-
Hientiys “That T hare done your bidding. 1 have
Mageliog to id. sh
Mish to oiler your congeatalations,
mother,” he added, Pray dogo atonce. I'm ina
hurry to get out of the
on Tbe iain, old Tay Stood ‘lent for a moment,
than she threw up her jeweled hands with a joyous
“Wchatiie, Charlie, gre you telling me the tratht»
“Why, of course I am, mot ther.
likely T thou make a jest of the Tati ae
“Oh, my son—my dear, ‘dear ‘son! you
meso barns. Suehasaccepted youd Chana at
my daring Madeline, my own beautiful
Chant, come and embrace me; you have made
mother the happiest womad in the universe,
Ue that’s so, I'm very glad for your sake, moth-
