The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1877-10-11

whom she called Nellie. She grows
sweeter and sweeter, and | think by
the kindly expression in her beautiful
eyes that too, am growing in favor.
She looked glad when we met, but left
me so abruptly that forgot again to
ask her name.
July 9th. Misery, misery every
where! Is it worth while to write
another wOrd' Yes, | will go through
with it; as | commenced this diary
with the sweet dclusisn will write ii
out, and then will never keep another
FOOLS record as long as live. What
idiocy it is to put down ones thoughts,
hopes and feelings, and then see them
vanish into ashes like cigarette. /
was talking to Fernley when / hap
pened to see her standing by the Indian
encampment. whats her name?" |
inquired, thinking of but one woman
in the world.
"Whoy" he asked.
THAT lady over there dressed in
black"
(Which one' There are two in
black"
"Why that one. You know whom |
mean. The one with black eyes; she
is tanning herself"
ooh, she ?" and he looked at me with
a curious twinkle on his face "That
is Mrs. Bloom. A very fine
woman. knew her father, old Billy
Bloom-no, mean her father-in-law;
many a time he chased me off his cell
lar door"
/ gasped for breath, and with
mighty effort said "What does her
husband do?"
"He keeps green grocery.
thought saw a smile wrestling
with the corners of his mouth, but l
would never let him know how badly
he had sold me. Fernley always had
the reputation Of being a practical
joker.
"She comes out here pretty often," I
replied.
"Yes," he replied, 81 believe So"
She don't have much to do at home, for
they have only one child"
SIS it girl" ;" eagerly asked.
He looked at me in a questioning
manner, and then said, cit seems to me
it is"
"Is her name Nellie?" was my next
inquiry.
shouldn't wonder, for that's her
own name. But why do you ask? Do
you think of boarding there?" | had
heard enough. How left Fernley or
how got home, don't know. Oh, the
perfldy of women! Why did she look
at me so sweetly and speak to me in
such winning tones' And yet she is
not to blame. 1t is that wretch Fern
ley. He has no heart or soul himself
and thinks no one else has. He must
have mumbled through her name the
first time on purpose, because | seemed
so interested. And now if he knew
how much had learned to love her, he
would laugh and call it good joke,
hang it all What is the use in being
so miserable about woman? I'll never
look at her black eyes again. Here
endeth the first chapter. Richard is not
himself at all.
July 10Th. Wonders will never cease,
Tonight, at the telephone concert, !
saw Fernley come in with Mrs. Bloom
on his arm. Her lovely eyes were
turned toward him, and she
was smiling at something he was say
ing. The beautiful sinner ought to have
been at home selling onions and cucum-
bers. wonder all dark-eyed women
are such charming hypocrites.
July Goth. This afternoon Mrs. Bloom
and her little girl were looking at Gill
lenders glass works, and, like the
moth that loves the destructive candle,
| could not resist wandering around,
and once as | walked near her in the
crowd heard the little girl say, "Aunt
Nellie, do they blow the glass to make
it cold?" | wonder what it means?
The little girl would not call her mother
aunt! Could Fernley have made mis-
take? | would give all own if he
had. loved that woman, married or
single, and could not help it if were
to be hung for it. Fernley is anxious
about my health, and says | ought to
go to the seashore.
Aug 1st. Fernley came in to-day
with Mrs. Bloom, and before | could
dodge them or slip around corner, he
was introducing her to me as Miss
Nellie Hamilton and saying: "Dick, |
could not endure the sight of your for
lorn face any longer. / have had my
little joke, but it lay on my conscience
at night like pig of lead. You did
not catch her name in the first place,
and then afterwards l saw my chance
for some fun. Explain all else between
yourselves. Good evening, Mrs. Bloom
Ta-ta, Dickv' and then he walked
quickly away.
"What does he mean?" asked.
"That is what | want to know" she
replied.
"Who is Mrs. Bloom ?"
"I never heard of her before"
"Who was that little girl with you
the other day?"
"My niece, Nellie Rand"
"And your name is?"
"Nellie Hamilton"
"NIiss Hamilton"
eyes, SIR"
Just then Hassler's Band struck up
the "Mulligan Guards" so we went