Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1882-10-24
The SEQIEL.


BE calrn- my Deaft -,
The tones in which tie words with
which this story opens we're toucningiy
sad. The vail Of the night winds. sign
ing q requiem over the departing year,
the ulurTuUr of mountain waters as tneS
reach the borders Of tne valley ana tdhe
and everlasting farewell OF the majestic
hills. rock ribbed and ancient as tne
sun, the-wcll let "a seek no furtner Iof
comparisons. 1t Is enough 20 kno"
that a homeless dog who heard them
set ND a vail 70 piteous that Rentie
man who was passing, and VINO nao
snent the evening hilariously, sat down
or, the curi,ston. and wept copiously.
He said afterwards tina. be WIS sorry ne
was mistaken. bat be imagined that he
was chief rnourner at 2 Siwash funeral.
BE calm, my heart. II vas fitz-
herbert Iupulan who uttered the words.
A fortnight had elapsed since his fatal
mistake. He had sought, as We intIna-
ted III our history of his strange en-
counter with the kiootchnian on front
street. he had sought, we say, the depths
Of the forest primevai. de bad ciimoed
the difficult path of the iced mountain
top. laved his heated BRAIN IN the tor
rent gushing from the glaciers bed: had
stdfctsu iOf tPii'ioii, ou@ H@A
dead failure ~ the whole business. In
the expressive language "f a celebrated
FOREIGN poet: "ProfGgus fato. ct null
taIn jactatus in gnrg1te yasto quadruIed-
ante souItu ct non e ysr.' Il had come to
THE He felt ii the Utmost fscesses OF
his being-strange az it may Seem, PEG
ple always feel these things III the 1h-
most recesses of their being-that he
~ AsyzLF.
Hence his retGrn, and hence. az he
stood i'll the deep, impiacable gloom of
Chateau NInkle-hence. we say, the ex-
clamatiou BE calm, my heart.
But stay. An omlEous shadow fal!s
athwart the scene. Flung by neigh
boring gas light upon the wall the outline
Of u man prec-des the man. 1t is-lt
cannot be-Oh hsavens-ah yes-it Is the
outline of Roundsman ). fltZherbert $
soul was at once IN arms. he regarded
this man rs rival. He awaited his
approach. They met. Fitzherbert
spoke:
"Ha, caitiff, thou hast given me away.
| swear"
See here. Gully" said Roundsman 8,
"what are you blowing about! DO you
want to be run In
There WAS that in the roundsman's
tones which gave FItZherbert pause.
He knew his man. He had hoped to
bluff him on the first ceal, but AS the
case stood, metaphOrically he had found
himself raised clean out of his boots.
Az IN u former occasion, he lutfed, that
is, Fitzherbert did.
Ills means were not wholly exhausted,
and ne invited Roundsman to take "a
glass Of beer. His proposition WAS de
ciined. Mutual explanations followed.
He learned from tue lips of the man he
supposed his rival that he had not
peached. Fitzherbert embraced Rounds
man S-that il, he would have done SO
II the guardian of the night had not
gracefully waved him to a more removed
ground.
Now mark the perfidy of man. Al
though advised that kosaietta awaited
MS return III secret and silence and
tears, Fitzherbort Tupman resolved to
put her confidence 10 a new and severe
test. He would pretend to doubt her
love. He caused report to be circa-
lated to the effect that an uncle of his
had died in the Puyallup valley. and
left him sole heir TO thirty acres of Guilt
waited land.
He had his meals sen. to him until he
was sure Kosaletta had heard the news.
He called on her mt tho chateau. tsh
| cred into the parlor, he had time to ar
| range his program before the fair helr-
| esss of the grounds, 30 feet front by l25
feet back to the alley, made her appear
| ance. He hoard her footsteps on the
stairs. He assumed "a naughty madame
| -own-thirty- acres in the Puyallupval-
lev and Lean get dollars pound for
my-hops air. and awaited her entrance.
| She entered. smile on her lip and n
tear in her eye. Fitzherbert gOrgonized
| her from head to foot with a stony hop
| growers stare. She looked ut him In
surprise, and was disposed to be angry.
She even for moment was disposed To
doubt him. But she rallied. "Oh
Fjtzy," said she. Pm awful glad to see
| you. and awful glad to hear of your
good luck. We can have all the oysters
and caramels now that We want, can't
we, Fifty dear. Run on: now Fifty,
and bring home n couple of dozen East
ern fried, i'll u loaf, and round of car
amels, and then you can sit down and
tell me all about 1t. Did your uncle suf-
fer much before he died?" She had got
the bulge on on him.
Alas they had been friends in youth,
but whispering tongues can poison
truth, and constancy dwells in realms
above. Alas for Fitzherbert Tupman.
Had thunderbolt fallen at his feet it
would not have startled him more than
iosaletta's request. The Saddle Rock
and Commercial street restaurants had
long since shut down upon him, and his
credit Mt the candy store was hopelessly
gone. He stammered out All excuse and
saying he would return, went out into
the dark unhappy night. If Rosaletta
had any fried oysters and caramels that
night it is certain that Fitzherbert Tup-
man did not furnish them. and-thty
are strangers now. Alas for both. The
dream is past, and with it fled the hopes
that once their passion fed.
Mr.. Tupman can be found at the old
stand. But the perfunctory manner in
which he pours molasses into . jug and
tho ferocity with which he sends his
trusty blade kissing through a piece of
picked pork when regular customer
calls for two pounds from the lean end
shows that tho iron has entered bis soul.
AS for Rosaletta. But let us draw a
veil.