New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1868-07-26


4 Miss TatHm, which we think of at
ID as forming GASES in our life's desert.
visit at this house has been one to me.
Ire are hours, too, hours when tears rise
lie heart and gather to the eyes almost
ountarily, and feeling is stronger than
ech-its very intensity depgiving
of giving expression to what
what the heart would fain utter.
behave / your permission to call this
mine May / think of it, in after
q as shall think of it, oh, how often
/ then think of it as mine?"
You may, Mr.. Bates" in a tremulous
tsper.
Thank you !" and it was natural that
khould take her hand in his to give due
Il to his words, natural enough, too,
he should hold it there beyond the
necessary to give it gentle squee-
Ike, We laean.
fSere was another impressive silence, in
ch the moon played an important part,
as Algy would have expressed it, in
atrical parlance, did the leading bust
~
oehow or other, too, Miss Tatum's hand
again held in his. Then, suddenly,
iiss Tatum! Florence fer this once"
at the passion that rang in his deep
&c she felt her face burning, and an odd
Aking sensation in her throat.
can not bear this longer. know
l. weak it is; but can not, can not help
%Ssef. Florence, do you not see that |
ssyou Forgive me my weakness; pardon
As springing-as springing from the
Il iuphts have known none else; even then
could not tell you this. The very pride,
s Iioh has been the chief obstacle to his
cess in life, prevented him. This fool
weakness, which made him forget his
I NOSE for the moment, your noble nature
Ii forgive, l know. Goodbye, Miss
'um-I had rather not face the people
De Just now. Will you think of me
etimes in after years, when--when you
happy, and l.. Will you think of me
n as one who staked his all on vain
BE which his sense of honor babe him
L I'D. though it was to drive him forth
In into the world soulless vagabOnd?
y od-bye. All! your glove, your glove,
5 Tatum Goodbye, for eUer. | could
Z stop in England, for then might see
and it-it-wouldn' do, you know"
Pressing the hand that lay passive
4 bugth Of my love. 1 did not mean to
Y re told you this. How could the
urrling, unsuccessful author, the penni-
Y disappointed artist, who has seen the
a am of his ambitious youth fade and die
n ay under the blighting influence of-of
stsrd enemies, leaving him almost with
v hope, how could such man ask you
Y hare his lot? Ay, even though he saw
4 YOU the realization of mis- ideal,
Nuch since he has known you his
bis, he turned to go. Was it a sob he
rd then, and his own name following on
in a little choking whisper? At all
lnts Algy thought it was, so he went back
d stood looking down on her. She lifted
face, and he saw tears glistening onhel
FLASHES; then he thought it was "saft
ng,"
Y 'How could you, how could you be so
lei? What do you take me for?"
4 h pause, during which be regarded hel
I 7eiy. Then she looked up at him shy
9 He held out his hand, and her little ont
be fluttering out to meet il. It wa
pugh for Algy.
ID Flurence.H and he was drawing her to
50 rds him gently, while Miss Tatum's re
tn lance thereat was not more than he wa
a e to overcome.
ID Of course there was a regular row with
soapboiler papa. Over and above The
u I Of Algy's not having any money, Mr.
tum had the greatest contempt for liter
men, whom he stigmatized as a sort 0
10 ople living by their wits, which, in hi
. es was a sin against respeotability; for
d he argued, chow could man be wort
ID ything who got his money in such pre-
sterous way? Cleyerness-talent Oh
y are say; what do they bring him in
IN bu're little simpleton, child, to be takel
ID by such fellow"
Then the little simpleton flushed an,
hmped her little foot as she did braV
tile for her lover. she was noble am
lnorable in everything Though he love,
q so, he was going away without eve
ling her of it, because he knew
was so poor. He leds, papa" An
n be would never, neuer marry any one,
m him." and "papa was very, yer,
h hel,n and ''she lul-lul-loved Algy 5
arly,n and "he was so good aud noble,
d "she knew dear papa wouldn't brea
4 pssy's heart;n and the iaxen ringlet
Z be flung over papa's shirt-front, and tn
n lie lady laid down her head upon tn
chckling cambria as she went in for
pod cry"
So ultimately papa was obliged to Civ
M and Miss Tatum had her own way
h Ben, when on the next day Mr.. Bate
me out of the soap-boiler's study afte
hi ping the handsome sum the old gentle
Nj hn intended to settle upon his daughtt
o once, and the still handsomer sum tbs
10 build eventually come to her, he told hin
( fthat "this was better thing than Ii
NJ burnley business;'" then he gave sig
h the memory of Miss Chumley. "PoC
Ell pse; wonder how she'll get on with oil
al yy! All, well, it's all for the bes
fally most providential that / didn't G,
al the Hampstead Road so early that NOR
4, as 1 had intended. In that event 81
h ght have been the future Mrs. Bates, an
n should have missed Florence. Poe
|nel''
: The very morning after Algy,s visit
~ /. Tatum's sanctum, Dick Winslow :
lived the following note:
LED hLYME House, Hants, October Z.
DEAR DIcK-I am going to marry Mi
wv euu VI Tue elguteehtu luStduI' MloS
vi 3 future Mrs. B., has settlement to Il
le ne of thou per ann. You will see th
u have done the bet within time. Don
u puble yourself about the ten-fifties ii
I'd nvenient.
'e Thine always, ALGY BATES. "
az General Hancock charges his defeat
ym0ur, claiming the adjournment {
=, ednesday was attempted solely to k
" m.
81 Hon. Samuel Wells, formerly Governor
th pine, died in Boston on Thursday of Ia
bal eek. He was brother Of the late Jol