San Andreas independent., 1857-11-21
WOMAN'S TEARS.

clears, tears, woman's tears Pshaw
they never move me to pity! Why, Bob,
a woman can weep tears enough to blot
out some of your numerous transgressions
and never feel heart pang."
"Hush, Tom, what scandal I'm per-
fectly shocked at such daring skepticism
Why, didn't | see you nearly fainting at
the opera scarce a week ago, because
pretty Lille Dewdrop's blue eyes glistened
moment with briny pearls Z"
Briny pearls Yes, | did whiten
little, I'll acknowledge, and my heart beat
pretty quick tune for minute or two,
for fear she would 60 off into Mysteries,
and then what should | have done? I'm
agine it, when so hate scene! But as
for pitying her, little firt-.' Words
failed, and he placed his cigar again be-
tween his lips, which would have curled
had it not been there, and leaned back in
his chair with an expression of intense
disdain
"Well, Tom, to silence you and con-
vince you of the power of the crocodile
drops, as you term them then I'll make
a confession; now don't fall asleep till I've
finished and I'll tell it you," and tossing
the half-consumed cigar into the fire, he
began:
When [ was in B studying law,
some four years ago, [ had friend, Frank
C., you've heard me speak of him.
right good fellow, but little too suscept-
ible. Why, I've known him to break his
heart for-let me see-one, two-yes,
five ladies, and attempt suicide for two.
Yes he was altogether too susceptible, in
conveniently so. Well, one day l was
in my room writing busily-I worked
mighty hard that winter, brought on
disease of the brain, and have never been
able to look at law paper since-what
in thunder are you laughing at, Tom?-
As | sat there on cold winters day, the
door burst open and in rushed Frank G..
| knew in moment that he was in love
again, | saw it in his eye, and the pecu-
liar way in which he uttered his well,
Bob; and heaving sigh, prepared to
listen to his rawlings about some new god
dess who had enraptured him. | was
not wrong; he launched forth into rap
turous speech expressive of the beauty
and worth of a certain Eleanor Gray, who
had just arrived in town, and had already
smitten his too impressible heart. 20
Bob = he cried, she is beautiful /! so
queenly and majestic, with such dark,
! rIo ob ~ ha,,. Il L
scornful mouth, with its curling under
lip; but her eyes, Q, Bob y lie sank
into chair, utterly unable to say more.
| could not help reminding him, laugh
ingly, of certain damsels, both dark and
fair, azure-eyed and with orbs like night,
sunny raven, and chestnut-haired, whose
praises he had spoken in by-gonc days.
He sprang to his feet, cxcaiming, Bob
Bob why will you remind fellow of
hcart-sorrows he is trying to forget p and
he paced the room impatiently, then sud-
denly cried, But Bob, you must see
Eleanor Gray! She's staying at the F.
Hotel, and I'm going to see her this even
ing. I'll drop in and tell you about it in
the morning, and he then left me.
/" resumed my writing, and thought
no more of Eleanor Gray. In fact, did
not place much faith in Franks descrip-
ton of his lady loves For many weeks
before after listening for an hour to his
impassioned dissertation upon the lowell
ness of farmers daughter, perfect
Hebe as he said, hidden gem which he
had discovered, | promised to ride with
him to see her. So we went off in a snow
storm, rode some miles, and reached an
old red farm house, within which dwet
the Hebe. Hebe WHY, she certrinly
weighed two hundred You know | de-
test stout woman. Faugh. her face
looked like full moon!
:" But Frank was right for once. That
evening. when [ went to my boarding
house, | found all the gentlemen talking
of the belle and heiress, Eleanor Gray,
and all agreed that she was very beautiful,
very proud and very cold-hearted
"'Why,' said Harry Marks, a dashing
young fellow, and somewhat of an oracle
among us, I've known of scores whom
S'iS h"o yiilCu. Ole JIlQkS nOun10p OF
breaking heart. Why, there was Charlie
Lee, the best hearted boy you ever saw
only nineteen. She led him on by smiles
and fattery till he was ready to die for
her; and SO he did, for she rejected him
eoldly and cruelty when he offered her
his hand, and it killed him. She has no
heart herself; if she had I'd try to break
1t! and he turned on his heel and left us.
~ had heard of enough to make me
wish for sight of this cold and naughty
beauty. | had plan in my head which
was to find her heart-I did not doubt
her having one-and then wound it, not
break it as Harry Marks had said, but
punish her for her many flirtations.
.'The next morning Frank G. was
early at my room, he gave me glowing
account of his call, and told me what
sleepless night he had passed, thinking
OF Eleanor Gray, and ended by saying,
-, Bob, you were never in love, and can
not sympathize with me now, nor know
the agony of hope and fear in my heart.
y, Bob she is so beautiful 7 and he
bowed his head on his hand and sighed.