Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-03-29
A Chicago Romance.

At sunset on beautiful day in June solitary
horse-car might have been seen ascending the
brow of a hill. AS the dappled palfrey which
drew it bravely on reached the crest of the emil
nence and paused for an instant before begin
ming the downward journey, the intelligent
beast gave snort Of terror, and sprang 30 sud-
denly to one side that the helmeted knight in
whose womanly white hands were gathered the
reins was yanked violently over the brake and
most Of the air knocked out of his system ere
he could regain his position abaft the dashboard
and again head the terrified charger in the di-
rectiOn Of Western avenue.
"By my halidon!" quoth the knight, "St.
Julien must have seen an oat."
1t was true. Some registering son Of Blue
Island avenue, going home with many flagon
OF book beer beneath his corselet, had with
wasteful hand thrown by the roadside no less
than several oats, at sight Of which the neighing
steed, which 30 CALAMITY breasted the brow OF
the hill at the opening of this chapter was
stricken with the terror that always comes to
beasts when that which they have ne'er before
beheld comes suddenly within the vista of their
gaze.
courses on the horse! he has broken nv
suspender," exclaimed Roderig0 O'Rourke,
eighth Duke of Wexford, as he wound the lines
around the brake and spliced his pants with a
string.
In q corner Of the car sits Myrtle Hathaway,
her pure, passionless face, with wine red Inns
as the driven snow and chaste as an ice wagon.
Two years ago she was the petted idol Of dOtine
parents-the pampered child of luxury and I'M
limited confectionery; but one soft, sensuous
day In the summer, when the fields were laugh
ing in the golden glory of an ample harvest, her
father had come home and said to her, in tear
chOked tones eve must sleep in the woOdshed
tonight, my darling; this house is no longer
mine: All that possessed has been lost for
ever"
Myrtle did not question him. did not seek to
intrude upon the sacred precincts of his grief,
but went silently away aud blew in her last
quarter for ice cream.
George W. Hathaway did not long survive
the horse race that swept away his fortune, and
In the fall they buried him in the sun kissed
cemetery beyond the beer garden, away from
the noise and turmoil of the great city. But
Myrtle, although accustomed to every luxury
that credit could purchase, was possessed of
brave heart and large feet, and had gone forth
to battle with the world and earn her own liv-
ing 81 will gain my daily bread" she said.
but after learning that making seventeen shirts
for eight cents was the most lucrative operation
open to her, she has concluded to change her
subscription to the tri-weekly.
On the opposite seat Of the car from Myrtle
sat Bertha RedngOte. The girls had moved in
the same social circle In the DAYS when Myrtle
lOlled idly in the lap oflnxury, but now that she
sat on one knee Bertha did not recognize her.
But Myrtle cared not for this. "Let Bertha
lsunt her prosperity and grenadine poIonaise in
my face If she viii, !" she had said, '.that time
may come when I shall again be heading the
procession, and II it does shall have pool or
two on myself"
''Leavitt street." said the conductor, his
voice arousing Myrtle from the reverie into
which she had fallen. Both girls leftothe car.
On the corner, his choke me to death collar look
Ing wierdly white beneath the ,ftful glare of the
West Side gas, stood Ethelbert de COurcey-
Good by John - tho hOva rysltad him hoeaIlaa