The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1875-11-17
xABEI-s RIVALS.

Aefwcntv e--s II all their sands were pear,
Tbslr rsier nectar. and he roaks pure gold
ooh Lord,r
Sorry you don't Ike Shakes.
pcare.-
And they Do so1ass iookes, but they ioyeds u
sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner slshsd
bat they a kcd one another The reason no soOnei
knew the reason but they sought the remetF, and
in these degrees have they made a pair Of stair
% marriage.
And now nv sweetly sympathetic
nr,rnd. you kaow all about it,"
What a fool you are, Harry"
Il say. Joe. if there is any medal
awarded for ~politeness at that uni
ve-sitv Of yours, you'll be sure to
get il She's just the sweetest,
dearest"
IF there's any more Of that TO
ceme. would yon mind retiring TO
vour own ROOM"
Joe, you're a beast. You never
saw such a darling little
What will YOU take to clear out y
u don't know. viii You give me
a lock Of your hair if III go!"
If vou open your mouth again,
III pitch vou out Of the window y
and Joe got up from his chair with
an inpatient Jerk, and a look of posi-,
tive annoyance came over his ugly
but good natured co~untenance.
Don't be cross, Joe ] didn't NEAR
70 bother you, old fellow" said Har
". p~enitcnily. "Ill go Row !" and
The handsome boy picked himself up
from The bed where be had been ".
ing. AID made bis way down stairs
70 his own room.
Joe crossed over 10 the mantle.
piece when be was gone, and lean
ing bis elbow against it, gaze0 long
and earnestly at the sweet face OF q
picture that hung there.
Sweet little Mabel, should / have
made such a fool of myself if you
had ioYed me? What a weary
world this Is, my poor little girl
You are far away in the country.
with sol. eyes dim with tears and
your warm little heart worn with
fretting for that handsome scamp ]
have lust seat down stairs and j
who know your tender little secret
and would have shielded you from
an sorrow al the sacrifice Of my own
life. mus sit still aud listen to bis
raptures over another N By.
thc-wav. who is sheg An that row.
and be never told me her name
Wei. what matters if she be called
Smith or Jones or Montmorenci
you will suffer all the same, my gen.
tie little darling, and | cannot helI
you"
Joe turned mooGily away, and SAL
down again az his desk, and drawing
toward him a ponderous-looking vol
ume. proceeded to immerse himself
20 the difficult mathematical problems
that Harry's rapture had interrupted
But the chain Of thought had been
broken. Calculus seemed to have
lost all power 10 engross his atien.
ton, aud d~ifferentials and ininitesi,
mails bad suddenly grown Is unin.
teresting and unimportant as they
are small.
After half an hour be gave il up
and, lighting a cigar, let his thoughts
wander whittier they would. Finally
they liz upon Harry. II wonder if
1 was unkind % the boy tonight ?"
he asked himself. Il was busy, and
he irritated nae, aud be did make
such a fool Of himself. Then all the
tine be was raving SO absurdly,
Mabel's ewes seemed TO be looking
down so sorrowfUl. 1 suppose | i'm
agincd il, but it made me rude to
him, and | fancy ! managed to hurt
bis feelings think III go down to
his room and see what be is about
After all, ] am fond of the youngster
though be does make such a nuisance
Of himself"
Joe knocked twice at Harry's door
aud then, receiving no answer, open
ed it and entered the door. The gas
was burning dimly, and there was no
signs Of occupation. Gone out, |
suppose. Does the idiot leave all
his letters open for the inspection OF
bis landlady :" said Joe to himself,
as he saw an open note and a photo
graph living on the bureau. Wonder
il this is the fair object Of his admi-
ration ?" and Joe turned up the gas,
and proceeded to examine the impe-
rial type. Suddenly be started, and
The bushy eyebrows contracted fierce
ly above the deep-set eyes. With a
steady, searching look be examined
every feature of the expressive face
before bin, and then turned the pic
ture about in search of a name
here il was, Just as he had expected
70 find it, in the firm, flowing charsc-
tiers which be knew so perfectly well.
Sincerely yours, Alice Remson."
Good GOdir muttered Joe, what
does that woman know about SINGER
ity :" Then be took up the note,
written in the same hand.
AT home to you, dear Harry, TO-
night at even. With love,
ALICE
Then that is where be has gone
Oh, Harry. Harry! God help
YOU"
Joe sat down on the side o.. the
bed, and, brushing the falling hair
back with bis big, awkward hand.
set himself steadily to work 10 find
u where bis duty Law.
"All of nsl-harry, Mabel, and
me. Bah. | think the fends ex-
hausted their ingenuity when they
invented the torment called loving.
Poor boy poor Harry How can /
tell himy how make the wretched
story sound less horrible ~ Joe look
ed at his watch. Harry could not
reasonably be expected to return for
two hours. He would probably re-
main as long as Miss Remson would
permit him, thought Joe, bitterly /;
until the fascinating young lady
vearied Of his ardent devotion, and
dismissed him with yswn.
For the next hour Joe paced stead
lily up and down Harry's room, his
heavy football sounding through the
house with a duh monotonous regu-
larity, and the longer be thought of
the task before him, the greater be-
came his dread Of il. He dreaded to
c the change come o.er Harry's