San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1878-05-04
MIR. Goodrich, you know-is brought
nearly to the verge Of the grave by this
wicked girl"

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nearly to the verge Of the grave by this
wicked girl"
""Thc cat doth play.
And after slay,'
is all / can think of. She used to walk
these piazzas by moonlight with him,
and every beam and plank has listened
ITO his vows, and hers, too, I've no
doubt He used to brush the early dew
to get ferns for her, and the long illness
of the little Harrimans will testify to
the amount OF beautifully poisoned can
dy he brought her. She has his photo
graph in every position known to the
modern photographer stuck in her look
ing-glass, with date on the back OF
each, and that young man has at least
bakers dozen of rosebuds-only of rose
buds. Poor fellow! he thinks he's the
only man in the world when Netty looks
at him-at least, he did before Moore
came; and he's the nicer of the two, l
think"
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As was only in the hotel at meal
times, I saw very little of my neighbors
Miss Netty prepared Mr.. Moore's salad
every day, and he cracked nuts for her.
He always wore little flower in his
button-hole nowadays, and she one at
her throat. One day he said at dinner
that pale-blue was his favorite color,
and at tea the young lady appeared in a
dainty blue muslin. ''.
"My thanks" said Mr.. Moore, look
ing admiringly at her and bowling.
The girl blushed and frightened, and
1 thought had misjudged her. Per-
haps she had true regard for the
handsome young man, and if he was in
love with her, why, that was all right.
One day l missed Mr.. Goodrich at
dinner.
"He has gone," said Molly, with a
very sober face. 81 never felt so sor-
ry for any body in my life. He seemed
to care SO much for Netty, and she snub-
bed him shamefully after Mr.. Moore
came. At first, she tried to make him
like her, and she tried very hard. Mr..
Moore was away for day or two, and
she began to walk and talk with him
again. Last night he offered himself,
and she refused him. She says he said
some very rude things to her. But l
don't blame him one bit, for think she
was all in the wrong. 1 don't believe
Mr.. Moore means to offer himself to her;
1 think he is only flirting. Idon't half
like him. ..
"And do you never flirtP" l asked,
looking at the bright young face before
me.
"No, never do" said Molly. "Netty
seems to get plenty of fun out of it, but
1 love my dear self-respect better than
fun and excitement; and besides," said
the girl, with proud look in her eyes,
81 never want any man to say, fused
to flirt with that girl, and she has worn
my flowers, and let me say spooney
things to her, and I could have married
her if had wanted her!' No; I'll save
all nv sentiment for the man fall in
love with, and that will never be with
flirting man. I hate them-every one of
them. And I'm afraid, too," she add
ed, "that Netty is laying up pain for
herself, for l don't believe Mr.. Moore
cares bit for her."
The next day was the last court day,
and several of the ladies went into the
courtroom. Molly told me at night
that in the morning Netty had put
rosebud in Mr.. Moore's button-hole, and
that he had kissed the flower as he walk
ed off.
"After we were seated" said Molly,
sNetty wrote on card and passed it to
him-'Why so pensive? Of whom are
you thinkingp' And he Immediately
scrubbed on the card, 'Of Mrs. Moore;'
and sent photograph of pretty lady
with a little boy by her side.
"Oh," said Molly, "Netty was so
taken aback! She said he was only
making fun, you know. But it is really
true that he is married. He declared he
was so surprised when Netty said she
didn't believe it. He said he had shown
his wife's picture to her grandmother,
and he was not so conceited as to sup
pose she cared to know any thing about
him and his affairs. Then he went on
in a provoking way, and said he should
call sometimes when he was in town,
~ h. sho,,lJ ,alI HE vrifa how Kind