Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1868-02-07
[WHOLE NO. 3f9.

! ance had considerably cooled down. The
cure was worse than the disease II wss
, maddening 10 young man 10 his fiame
of mind to zee those brilliant smiles; those
enhancing glsnces, ell those pretty, coquet-
tish, womanly wiles that had deluded him
showered upon another, even for that
others delusion. Tom wished he hsd
never thought Of revenge, at least with
Paul Warden for his handsome agent.
Are you going there againY he asked,
moodily.
OF course, replied Mr.. Warden, sirily
What question, old fellow. from you
Of all people. Didn't you hear the little
darling telling me to call again? She
overlooked you completely, by-and-by.
IN going again, aud again, aud ct again,
until, my friend, my fdss lehetss, is
avenged.
Ali said TON, sslkily, but I dos'I
know that care so much for vengeance
as did Second thoughts arc best; and
IL struck me, whilst l watched you both
tonight, that II was mean aud underhsnd
TO plot against woman like this. You
thought 30 yourself at hrst, you know
Did II | forget Well, think differ
emily now, my dear Tom; aud as you fe-
mark, second thoughts are best My honor
Is at stake; 30 put your conscientious
scruples Ii you, pocket. for shall conquer
the fascinating Fanny, or perish IN the
attempt. Here We are at my boarding.
house WON'T you come in2 No. Well.
then, goodnight. By-the-way, shall
be at the enemy'D quarters 10. morrow eve.
ming, IL you wish 20 500 how ably fight
your battle show yourself before nine.
By-byr
Mr.. MaIwel's answer was deeply bass
growl as he plodded on his way; aud
Paul Warden, running up 10 his room
laughed lightly 10 himself
! Poor Toni Poor, dear boyl Jealousy
Is a green-eyed lobster. and he's prey TO
1.-THE worst kind. Really, Paul, my 500.
little black eyes Is the most bewitching
piece of calico you have met In your tray.
els lately; and IL you wanted wife, which
you don't you know, you couldn't do bet.
tor than 60 Ia and win. Az IL is Ali
its pity for tho little dears sake you
can't marry"
With which Mr.. Warden took his
clothes oil and went 10 bed.
Next evening, at halfp past eight, Tom
Maxwell made his appearance ut Mrs.
Walters, only TO find his fdw Achates
there enthroned before him, and basking
in the sunshine OF the lovely Fanny's
smiles. How long he had been there Tom
couldn't guess; but he and Fanny and
Mrs. Walters were just settling it to 20 10
the theatre the following night. There
was a bunch of roses, pink-and-white, has
gift, Tom felt it in his bones, in Fanbys
hand, and into which she plunged her
pretty little nose every five seconds with
a delightful sniff II. was adding insult
to injury, the manifest delight that ag-
gravating girl felt in his friends society;
and Tom ground his teeth inwardly, aud
could have seen Paul Warden guillotined,
there and then, with all the pleasure in
life.
That evening, and many other evenings
which succeeded, was but n repetition Of
the first An easy flow Of delightful
small talk, music. singing, and reading
aloud. Yes, Paul Warden read aloud, rs
if to goad that unhappy Tom to open
madness, in the most musical Of mascu
line voices, out of little blue and gold
books, Tennyson, and Longfellow, aud
Owen Meredith; aud Fanny would sit IN
breathless earnestness, her color coming
and going, her breath huttering, her eyes
full of tears as often as not, fixed on
Pauls classic profile. Tom didn't burst
oat opeDly--he made no scene; he only
sat and glowered in malignant silence
aud that is saying everything for his pow
or OF sef.coDtrol.
Two months passed; bot weather was
coming, aud Fanny began to talk Of the
heat and the dust Of the town; Of beiug
homesick, for the sight Of green fields,
and milk cows, and strawberry-patches,
and new-laid eggs. and pa and ma. Ii
had been a very delightful two months, no
doubt; and she had enjoyed Mr.. Warden's
society very much, aud gone driving and
walking with him, and let him take her
to the theatre, and the opera, aud played
for him, and sang for him, aud danced
with him, aud accepted his bouquets. aud
new music, and blue and gold books but,
for all that, il was evident she could leave
him and 20 home, and still exist.
It's all very nice Miss Summers had
said. tossing back her black rinelets; aud
| have enjoyed this spring ever so much,
but still I'm glad to get hcmc again. One
grows tired Of balls, and parties, and the
theatre, you know, after awhile, Mr. War
den; aud I'm only little country girl,
and shall be just as glad as ever can
be for romp over the meadows, and a
breezy gallop across the hills once more.
If you or Mr.. Maxwell glancing at that
gloomy youth sideways out Of her curls,
care much for fishing. aud come up our
way any time this summer, Ill try and
treat you as we'll as you have treated me-
But you haven't treated us well, Miss
Fanny, Mr.. Warden said, looking un-I
speakabe things. you take our hearts
by storm, and then break them ruthlessly
by leaving us. What sort of treatment
DO you call that?'
Miss Summers only laughed, and look
ed saucy; and danced away, leaving her
two admirers standing together out in the
cold.
We'll, Tom,' Mr.. Warden said, 'and
so the games up. the play played out, the
curtain ready to fall. The star actress
departs to norrow-and now, what do you
think of the performance
Not mueb,' responded Tom, moodily.
I can't see that you have kept Jour prom
Use. You've made love to her. allow,