Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-10-29
Won at Last.
so you wish TO marry my daugater?"

From the Chicago Tribune.
80 you wish to marry my daugater?"
These words were uttered by man who fairly
Kissed them through his teeth as he stood. with
cruel sheer on his lips. in front of young man
the nervous twitchings Of whose clear-cut feat
uTestolo more plainly than could any words how
ever freely interpreted with adjectives the tor
ture he was suffering.
'Yes. sir" said Herbert Mcintosh. loo king up
into the face OF him who had spoken. Il love
Myrtle with a rich, warm, tempestuous love that
recks not of obstacles, but sweeps away with
nightly avalanche the difference I'm social posi-
ton that exists between us. Ny passion is a
deathlesS one that, like the mighty simeon Of
the desert, gathers force with every instant OF
its existence, aud stills alike with its hot
breath the life of man and beast. / know that
appearances are against me. mpoorand honest
and last Saturday night had a king-full beaten
at the Owl Club. but / cannot conceal my love.
You are rich and successful, and can see from
the window OF my little room in which work
the high walls of your packing house. and hear
the plaintiye cry of the stricken pig who has his
interior scOOped out and is cut into hams aud
clear sides before the echo of his death-shriek
has ceased to lnger i'm the musk-laden air of the
stock yards. You are living under turquoise
tinted skies. while am in great luck TO have
sky at all. 1t is not my fault that YOU are rich:
love your daughter and she returns my love-"
and. saying this, Herbert looked anxi0usly in
the direction of the window. his breast giving a
great throb Of joy as he saw that the blinds were
closed, and the old man could not throw him
out.
clark We. my lad" said the pork packer. while
cold. skating-rink smile lowered DER his face
you say you love my daughter, and would win
her for your bride So be it. l have naught
against thee save thy poverty. Come to me
within month with 81 900 gained by thine own
industry and skill, and Myrtle shall be your wife
Ifyou fail in this her hand is given to friend Of
mine who owns glucose factory"
but you would not force her to marry against
her WHIP" said Herbert. "She has plighted her
trOth to me-"
Il know not of your childish vagaries," re-
replied the old man. Il have said my say. In
three minutes shall unite the bulldog"
Herbert went away.
Midnight on Wabash avenue
Five men are seated around table with
hole in the center of it. Herbert is in the party
and opposite him sits his hated rival the man
who owns an interest in the glucose factory
Herbert is dealing. Herbert looks at his cards
| and bets 800.
Five hundred, says the glucose man.
"a thousand" says Herbert, reaching into his
pocket as if for money.
''Oh, never mind getting out your roll until
the hands are played" said the glucose man.
II viii be easy with you, and only call fhave
"straight fash" said Herbert in low. bitter
tones, as he laid the cards on the table. and
pocketed thousand dollar bill which his sdver-
| sary threw across to him.
one chair in the parlor of the pork packers resi-
dence. "We will be married in the fall my
| sweet, she said in soft, low tone, kissing him
passiOnately as she spoke.
Yes. ToOtie, 7" he murmured; 'ln the tall.
We can live with your folks next winter"