Jupiter Lights

e night, wherever it might happen to be, into as close a resemblance to an English bedroom as was, under the circumstances, possible. The resemblance had not been striking, so far, with all her

tamaha; on the steamer of the Inland Route her struggle had been with an apartment seven

being closed by wooden shutters only. She barred these apertures as well as she could (some of the bars were gone), and then tried to draw the curtains; but these muslin protections, when they reached the strong current of air which came through the central crack of the shutters, were blown out towards the middle of the room like so many long white ghosts. Meadows surveyed them with a sigh; with a sigh she arran

arawayest place!" murm

cross the panels. This too was alarming. Meadows kept th

shrill voice. "I's come wid de w

earing a tray which held a decanter and wineglass; her wool was braided in little tails, which stood out like short qu

adows. "I can take it." And she s

f on de little table close ter der bed," answere

e performed her office. Seeing that she was very s

u live here?"

ss,

't any one else 'an

ss S'breeny's maid," answered Powlyne,

gracious sake!

er shoes. En

enoff

m off.

veying this strange coadjutor, from the e

an in the hall outsi

c, totin' up de wo

he i

contemptuously. "He's d

pleaded Meadows. She had a vision of anothe

down, and several times afterwards. "Dey's cookin' suppah for yer, miss," he announced

is equally convenient," said Mead

y distinguished people could afford to have it. "Fer my part," he went on, gazing meditatively at the fire which he had just replenished,

the hall. Cicely entere

they'll be immensely stirred up about her. She's still afraid-did you see?-she kept as far away as she could from poor old Un

e them; she g

her. They will bring a mattress in here for her p

ot. But she c

per half of the shutter and looked out. "How the win

speaking conventionally; she had spoken conventionally through the long supper, and t

lways awake?" said Cicel

at an

ow; you loo

ok very ti

u d

though she had no color, she always looked fair and perfectly rested, as though she had just risen from

elt tired, exactly," Cicely answered,

s to do everything for you," Eve res

ey help in the fields whenever they can

rcome her dread of it. "Jack is very like

n, after a pause, "Your bro

ck was

hadn't gray hair. But he was thirty-one

marry him?" said the sister, t

, y

nse

lf did. I thought that pe

el

me of his letters to show you." She took a package from her pocket and laid it

, incoherently. She felt cho

lain, ornamented with vague white dragons swallowing their tails. The jar was large; it extended from her knees to her chin, which rested upon its edge w

tance. And then Miss Sabrina perceived that their guest was crying. Eve changed the jar's position two or thre

slender litheness; she was light and cool as the wind at dawn, untrammelled by too much womanhood. Her features were delicate; the oval of her face was perfect, her complexion a clear white without color. Her lustreless black hair, very fine and soft, was closely braided, the plaits arranged at the back of the head as flatly as possible, like a tightly fitting cap. He

choked dow

they came back to the hearth. "Your maid will find it-such a nice, worthy person as she seems to be, too; so g

her cheeks. "That is, I don't want any one unless I can have Jack?" She t

ely, lifting her eyes w

ilsey. The r

yes, if you like. He cr

e, and her tone was almost fie

e; he is devoted to her; when he cries, I

o keep back the re

of you, Cicely, to let him go. We can arrange a little nursery at the other end of this room to-morrow; there's a chamber

time merrily. "It seems so funny, your having the baby in here at night, just like a mother, when

ild!" Miss Sabr

t," Cicely answered, her eyes growing

, which Uncle Abram spread out, in the shape of a mattress, on the floor. The English girl

h Miss Sabrina had spoken. The door was not locked; she passed through, closing it behind her. Lighting her candle, she looked about her. The room was empty, the floor bare. She put her candle on the floor, and, kneeling down beside it, opened the letters. There were but four; apparently Cicely had thought

im. Then the anger faded away into infinite pity. "Oh, Jack, dear old Jack, to have loved her so, she caring nothing for you! And I am to burn your poor letters that you thought so much about-your

rs was open, and she could see Jupiter Light; she sa

more?" she thought, surprised. She rose and went back to her bed, glad to creep into its warmth,