The Opelousas journal. [volume] (Opelousas, La.) 1868-1878, 1868-05-30

ceaseless repetition of the one old idea
| have heard the same strain before, an.
from your lips too. Go back to you
wife, Harvey L'Estrange, and tell he
that you are tired of the beauty tha
once won you away from poor littl'
Rosa Budd. Tell her that you hav,
returned to your first love, and see wha
she will say"
81 care not what she says. Rosa
my queen, my pearl-listen to me :"
Rosa turned sharply round.
l. Harry L'Estrange, do you really
love me -
Il love you better than my own life
you know that I do, Rosa For your
sake. am not willing to cast to the
winds all honor, reputation. or name
to leave wife, child, and home? am
selling my soul for you, Rosa-and you
will not even grant me tender look OF
word"
{All this Blanche heard with a heart
frozen to ice and a deadly despair chill.
ing her veins
Rosa turned scornfully away.
Enough p she said. Years ago.
you did me cruel wrong-but I am
avenged now. Henceforward, do not
dare to address me, except as you might
address the merest stranger. despise
and reject your profered love. You
have chosen your own lot in lite, and
now abide by it. See--as fling this
faded rose into the sea, cast all thought
and memory Of you and your absurd in
fatuation from me ~
With the motion Of tragic queen,
she threw the flower into the tranquil
tides below, and swept into the house.
Blanche shrank away, but Rosa saw
he- and stopped in front of her, with a
whitening smile upon her coral lip.
1--WE are we'll met, Mrs. L'Estrange, ~
she said with mocking courtesy. II
was in search of some fitting depository
of your husbands precious love-secrets
the letters be has written me in the
past few days, imploring Inc to fly with
him to some place where home, duty,
and social obligation are unknown. Why
do you turn so pale ? they are only let
ters. I received letter once, and its
sentiments We're strangely applicable to
the present case. L will not say tor-
giue, because I think a mans heart be-
longs to that woman, and to her alone,
who can win and keep it in the face of
all Obstacles [ have won your hus-
bands heart away from you-but | do
not care to keep it.'
She passed on, coldly contemptuous,-
and Blanche L'Estrange dared not speak
a word of accusation. She knew she
was but reaping the harvest she had
sown.
And Rosa Budd's revenge was COM
plete
WHAT IT Cosr-A gentleman in bus
mess in this city New York; has for
years made practice, which is common
with many. of inviting his customers and
friends out to stake drink" or cigar
A friend endeavored to convince him
that he was spending too much in this
way, aside from other and stronger OBJ
jections to the practice. The gentleman
insisted that the cost was mere trife.
but to make sure of it he adopted the fol-
lowing plan: Each time he spent any
thing for this purpose, he deposited an
equal amount in box in his safe, keep
ing no account Of it. At the end of three
months he counted this deposit, and
found there, to his astonishment, over
three hundred dollars. The friend who
related the incident to us said he had
just left the surprised man, who was still
looking at the heap of bills and thinking
deeply. Perhaps he was reckoning the
amount of comfort and pleasure the sum
would have brought to the home circle,
if properly used, or how itwould have
helped in taking up some note when he
was "short" Probably he has received
some new ideas which will do him much
good, and not injure his customers.
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