Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1881-11-16
A Yale Of Chicago Love.

so You wish to marry my daughter"
These words were uttered by man
who fairly hissed them through his
teeth as he stood, with a cruel snccr on
his lips, In front Of a young man, the
nervous twitchiDgs told moro plainly
than could any words, however freely
interspersed with ad)ectlyss, the torture
he was suffering.
Yes, sir, said Herbert Mcintosh,
looking up into the face of him who had
spoken. I love Myrtle with rich.
warm, tempestuous love tia! recks not
Of obstacles but sweeps away like
mighty avalanche the difference in social
position that exists betweens us. My
passion is q deathless one that ike the
mighty simeon Of the desert gathers force
with every instant Of its existence, and
stills alike with Its hot breath the life
ef man aud beast. / know that
are against me. l am
poor and honest, and last Saturday
night had ten.full beaten at the Owl
Club, but can not conceal my love.
You are rich and successful, and l
can see from the window of my little
room iu which l work the high walls OF
your packing house and hear the plain
tive cry of the stricken pig whv has his
his interior scooped out and is cut into
hams and clear side before the echo OF
his death shrek has ceased to lingerin
the musk laden air of the stock yards.
You are living under turquoise tinted
skies, while am in great luck to have
q sky at all. L. is not my fault that
you are rich love your daughter, and
she returns my love'-and, saying this,
Herbert looked anxiously in the direc-
ton Of the window, bis breast giving
great throb Of Joy as he saw that the
bllnds were closed and the old man
could not throw him out.
'Hark, ye, my lad,' said the pork
packer, while a cold, skating-smile
hovered Ger his face you say that
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 a month with $1,000
gained by thine own industry and skill,
and Myrtle shall be your wife. II you
fail in this her hand is given to friend
of mine who owns glucose factory.
But surely yCu would not force her
to marriage against her will?' said
Herbert; she has plighted her troth 10
me-
L know not of her childish yagaries,
re piled the old man. 4 have my say.
In three minutes shall unite the bull
dog.
Herbert went away.
Midnight on Wabash avenue.
Five men are seated around table
with holo 10 the centre OF it. Herber!
is in the party, and opposite him sets
his hated rival, the man WAC owns an
interest in glucose factory. Herbert
is dealing. Herbert looks at his cards
and bets one hundred dollars.
'Fiye hundred said the glucose man.
"A thousand said Herbert, reaching
into his pocket as if TOR money.
oh. never mind getting out your roll
until the hands are played said the
glucose man. Twill be easy with you,
and only call. have four aces
Straight fush,' said Herbert Ia low
bitter tones, as he laid the cards on the
table and pocketed a thousand dollar
bill which his adversary threw across
to him.
The next pight Herbert and Myrtle
occupied one chair in the parlor of the
pork packers residence. we will De
married in the fall, my sweet she said
in soft, low tones, kissing hin passion
atcly as she spoke,
Yes, Tootic,' hs murmured, in the
fall. We can live with your folks next
winter.