The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1870-05-25

open a green baize door, entered
dark passage, opened another door
with a pass key, and found himself
in dimly lighted room, whose furni-
ture, though elegant and costly for
the locality, showed signs of abuse:
The inlaid centre table was Overland
with stained disks that were not con-
templated In the original design. The
embroidered arm chairs were dlscol-
ored. and the green velvet lounge on
which Mr.. Hamlin threw himself was
soiled at the foot with the red soil of
Mr.. Hamlin did not sing in his
cage. He lay still, looking at the
highly colored painting above him,
representing a young creature of opu-
| lent charms. It occurred to him
then, for the first tine, that he had
never seen exactly that kind of
woman, and that, if he should, he
would not probably fall in love with
her. Perhaps he was thinking ofanoth-
er style of beauty. But just then
some one knocked at the door: With
out rising, he pulled cord that ap-
parently shot back a bolt; for the
door sWuag open and man entered.
The new conner was broad shout
dered and robust-a vlgor not
borne out in the face. which,
though handsome, was sipgulariy
weak, and disfgured by dissipation.
He appeared to be also under the in
Huence of LIQUOR, for he started on
seeing Mr.. Hamlin, and said, 1
thought Kate was here;" stammered,
and seemed confused and embar-
raised.
Mr.. Hamlin smiled the same which
he had before worn on the Wingdam
coach, and sat up quite refreshed, and
ready for business.
You didn't come up on the stage"
continued the new conner, did your
mo" replied Hamlin; 81 left it
at SCOTS Ferry. 1t isn't due for
half an hour yet. But how's luck,
Brown?"
bad" said Brown, his face sud.
denly assuming an expression of weak
despair; I'm cleand out again,
Jack" he continued in a whining
tone, that formed q pitiable contrast
to his bulky figure, cant you help
me with a hundred till to-morrew's
clean up2 You see I've got to send
money home to the old woman, and
you've won twenty times that
amount from me"
The conclusion was, perhaps, not
entirely logical, but Jack overlooked
it and handed the sum to his visitor.
''The old woman business is about
played out, Brown" he added by way
of commentary. "Why don't you say
you want to buck agin faro? You
know you amt married."
4 UIfank rrr - cns1 Rwowvr NTH
| sudden gravity, as if the mere contact
| Of the gold with the palm of the hand
impaired some dignity to his frame.
1--WE got a wife-a d rood one.
too, if l do say tin the States. It's
three years since / seen her, and
year since I've writ to her. When
things is about straight, and We get
down to the lead, I'm going to send
for her"
'And Kate?" quered Mr.. Hamlin,-
with his previous smile.
Mr.. Brown of Calaveras essayed an
archness of glance, to cover his con-
| fusion, which his weak face and
carried out, and said:
well, Jack, a man mus have
little liberty, you know. Bit come,
what do you say to a little game?
| Give me a show to double this hum
| dred."
Jack Hamlin looked curiously at
his fatuous friend. Perhaps he knew
that the man was predestined to lose
the money, and preferred that 1t
should flow back into his own Golfers
rather than any other. He nodded
his head and drew the chair toward
the table. At the same moment there
came rap upon the door.
Its Kate" said Mr.. Brown.
Mr.. Hamlin shot back the bolt. and
the door opened. But, for the first
time In his life, he staggered to his
feet, utterly unnerved and abashed,
and, for the first time in his life, the
hot blood crimsoned his colorless
cheeks to his forehead. For before
him stood the woman he had lifted
from the Wingdam coach, whom
Brown. dropping his cards with a
hysterical laugh, greeted as
MY old woman, by thunder"
They say that Mrs. Brown burst In
to tears and reproaches of her hus-
! band. / saw her, in 1857, at Marys-
| Vile, and disbelieve the story. And
Wingdam Chronicle, of the next week
under the head of Touching Re.
/ union, said: Zone of those beauti,
$ full and touching incidents peculiar tc
. California life, occurred last week I
= our city. The wife of one of Wingda 4
4 eminent pioneers, tired of the effetC
! ci vilization of the East, and its In
f hospitable climate, resolved to join
her noble husband. upon these gol
I den shores. Without informing hin
Q of her intention, she undertook thu
! long journey, and arrived last week
& The joy of the husband may be easie
s imagined than described. The meet
s ing is said to have been indescribabl,
: affecting. We trust her example ma,
: be followed"