The weekly echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1868-1876, 1876-05-25
HARRY HARRIS EXPERIENCE.

He was good looking. Diana knew it.
Genteel. Diana knew that, too. She
was both genteel and good looking her
sell. So when he came to see her, and
made himself agreeable, she did not pre-
tend that she hated him. Indeed, as
the time went on, she made up her mind
that voyage down life's river in the
same boat with Harry Hart would not
be an unpleasant trip, and resolved to
say eyes" when he asked her to have
him. He was so nice, thought Diana,
ono could do anything for him. One
could be proud Of him, too, the fine,
tall, brown whiskered fellow who knew
so much. So her eyes glistened when
they saw him coming; her whole face
softened when he spoke to her; and her
heart--ahl how soft that grewI Love
makes one 30 tender, that it seems hard
it will not stay with us forever.
In this case the rosy god fingered a
whole summer through. Mr.. Caleb
Bloom knew this well enough; he also
felt the influence Of that certain some
thing" in Diana, which made her the
sweetest ofall women; but he was not
good looking, and had not any power
over the girls heart.
His pleasing task was to follow the
couple about unseen, and envy Harry |
Hart from his very soul. As for Harry,
he prudently refrained from saying any
thing to con1nit himself; made love in
such a way as might be understood and
not repeated; and finally resolving that,
after all, Diana was net rich enough for
him, fitted away from Tulipgrove, under
pretense of a short visit to town,
and vanished from Diana's vision. To
say that she was not hurt would be to
tell Abs.
If she only could have had warning,
she might have told him that she hated
him, and had that reflection to comfort
her; but It was too late now.
Harry had meanwhile, dispOrted him
self in society, and felt that he had es,
capped the country girls meshes just in
time. His conscience accused him of
having ill-used her, and he pictured her
pining for him, with her hair in disor-
der, and no bright bows in it. He rather
dreaded the morning papers lest he
lhould read of her demise-even, PER
maps, Of her suicide; and he wished that
L was possible for him not to make
himself charming to every woman he
net.
"If I'd been such a fellow as Caleb
Bloom, now" said Harry, looking into
he glass, "why l might have gone jog
ling on without anything to reprOach
myself with; but we don't make our
elves. can't help being handsome,
my more than can help the women
it,
So he put Diana'S photograph away
n his desk, and tried to forget her. It
J hard, however, to'iorget some people.
Ter face fitted before him too often for
lis peace, The notes Of her voice re-
urned 70 him like well remembered !
nusic. Even when no courted Miss
the heiress, he compared
er with Diana, who would bave moth I
ng for her dowry. And when Miss
iuineagold refused him with scorn, u
fter smiling on him and encouraging
i'm for several lOug months, he thought v
{ the girl who had waited, az he knew, n
Q hear him say, II love yOu," and who n
nd never heard it. L
He had not been in love with Miss a.
iuineagOld, however, So he recovered 4
rom the blow Of her rejection easily, l
nd went counting in another direction. ~
his time Diana unconsciously avenged
erself. His second fame was a widow q
,lling in riches, and of jealous turn
mind. She being an inmate Of the :,
me hotel at Brighton, saw him from !,
le corridor, one day, vigorously kissing !,
photograph, which he Afterwards hid !,
mis- desk. Being as unsCrupulous aa 4
jealous woman always is, she bribed (,
le chamberraaid 70 bring her the pic. a