The Leavenworth weekly times. [volume] (Leavenworth, Kan.) 1870-1880, 1873-09-04


AIlurss M % ths banquet;
But When reach to take ksa
Aoa PeoA. end ~ lent, yet.
Your dances rob ny dayse Of ps.es;
You kDov thas sderS you;
But When psssd upsa ny kness.
You flown, snd say bore ysu.
hmy heus vsrs not % true
i would rspsat my bs,snes;
your eYss vese not - eaus
would resent your epld1A
WAlrRR AIIKH.
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EDi Peri.fas' kale q Love ~ Uspe.
To tie Editor Of the Ner York Graphic.
l write personal letter to-day.
This morning, met the most discousolats
young man ever aw. His name i Mason.
He 10 from New York. He has been IN
Saratoga all summer. lie has seemed to
know every young lady 1t Spa, and has been
an immense favorite with all of them. He
has alsO stood . good chance with the DASH
ing young ladies from Chicago, the f]ip.y-
hopsy girls from Oil City. He has danced
more, sat on the back balcony longer, and in
closer proximity to beautiful young ladies,
and walked over to the graveyard with more
rich and aristocraiic girls from the Claren-
don, than any beau in Saratoga. And sill
this young man came to me yesterday almost
broken-hearted. His eye had the look of
despair.
81 am discouraged and sick Of ife," he
said, II want to die"
"What-you! you want to leave this fes-
tive scene. Robert" I said, taking Of NV
glasses and looking him straight in The face.
'Yes. Uncle Eli, am tired of life," be
sighed. in hoarse whisper. II came to
Saratoga with = theory. believed in it
- believed in my life. I worked for il
day and night. cherished it. pr.cticed il,
and worshiPed it, only to ZEE it, utter failure
only to work out my own ruination BY IT,"
What was your theory, Robert ?" I ask-
ed. "Was it to bet CONTINUALLY on the see
to wager large sums Of the same card, hop
ing and believing it would some time win
and make you rich Was II"
20, no nothing of the kind. 1t vas a
social theory, Eli. You know have blood
and family and good looks. Ny pet theory
was to come to Saratoga and marry q rich
girl with bad cough-with the consump-
lion"
sand you have finally become engaged to
the object Of your affection, then, Robert ~
asked, becoming deeply interested in this
good young man.
"NO, cir, alas ! Oh, no Nv theory has
failed. i have been unfortunate. The first
young lady met was from Chicago-Miss
johnson. She was sweet, and . ! 40 afiec-
tionate, and had just the cough to suit me.
A low, hacking cough. 1t was fairly melo-
dious and knew it would prove fatal 10
the object Of my affection in n year but,
alas y and then he buried his face in his
hand:
"What. Robert ?" asked.
"Alas in fatal moment ! learned that
she had no money to go with it. She was
poor. but such lovely cough. Just the one
l had 80 long and vainly searched for"
what then ~
"Why, then met the rich Miss Lilly
Thompson, Of Madison avenue. She was
very rich. She wore laces and diamonds
and new dress at every hop. She just
suited me. She was just the girl had been
What was that, Robert?'
ID dear, there was no cough to go with it:
She was all health and money. There bad
never been any consumption in the family
Just my luck and then he buried his face
in his hands again, and wept long and bit
terly.
Again, Eli, he began, drawing closer,
zone happy day l met the very object Of my
atiec,iOn-the paragon ! had been searching
for for years. She was rich and delicate.
She had Just the cough, the fatal consump-
tive cough l had fancied in my dreams and
sighed for in my waking hours. Two hur-
dred thousand in her own right. and yet 40
frail and delicate-so near deaths welcome
door-and Roberts face shOns with joy
ous light az he described the frail, rich object
OF his affections.
"And still you are not happy, my dear.
friend, l remarked a. he brushed the ashes
OF his cigar upon my boot. "Can it be that
she refused your
~, no. alas, she accepted ME. 1 took
her pale, Jeweled hand in mine. placed
upon 1t ii 900 solitaire. She was too frail
to speak loud. She coughed and only whis-
pered her love, while, overcome with emo
ton, her languid eyes sufilsed with tears.
was too happy to I've. But, D dear, Eli,
was born to be disappointed. Fate ruth
lessly plucked the lovely prize from out my
grasp. Fate
"But how, Robert?' i asked.
Well, In an evil moment my Lilly began
to drink the water. Not the mineral, but the
pure water from the village hydrant. II abe
had stuck to Congress water 1 would be
happy now; but one fatal das she drank