Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-05-06

Joseph Medfn in the Chicago Tribune.
'What do you think, Myrtie7"
II hardly know what to think Reginald" re-
piled the girl, her eyes illumined with the radi-
ant light of love as she turned in response to
reginald Simpsons question and looked at him
with the beautiful tender, calf-like look Of first
| and only love. 81 only know that, whatever my
father may say, whatever he may do, my love
Tor you will never falter or fail; my trust In the
nobility of your nature viii be as steadfast at
the mighty rock Of Gibraltar that filings back In
scorn from It's stone-buttressed base the mighty
| pillows that are ever beating against its solid
| sides In their mad, impotent fury"
| When Myrtle got well under way she was a
pretty fair talker She was a fair, slender girl
with the lustrus brown eyes that one sees so
! often in Bramah hens, and complexion that
| never cost less than 81 per box. AS she stood
in the parlor OF her fathers palatial residence
| this balmy June evening, her hand placed
| trustingly in that of Reginald, while her face
almost touched his as they spoke the words
quoted above, the picture was indeed pretty
! one.
'You are sure that he has heard alp" asked
Reginald in solemn pleading tones.
Dead certain, replied the girl. "You can
! bet on this, darling"
At this moment the sound of footsteps was
heard. Myrtle ran to the window and peered
anxiously out into the yard.
| "He is coming" she said in frightened
tone, land you must confess all and trust to his
mercy"
~ guess you are right, Sis" replied Regi-
nald
In moment more George W. Hathaway, the
merchant prince, entered the room. Reginald
| at once went up to him.
''Mr. Hathaway" he said, 81 have come here
| tonight to tell you frankly that last Sunday
| morning I went ont to the race track. You
know that Myrtle and love each other with a
| deathless, Dearborn avenue love that opposition
only makes stronger and that we have plighted
| our troth. do not seek to defend my conduct
of last Sunday. know it is wrong to visit
race track at all, and especially on Sunday. but
| 1t seemed to me more noble, more manly to tell
! you the exact truth"
$50 you were out to the track Sunday" said
the old man, his face assuming sad, panied ex-
| preston.
| eyes, SIR"
"Ah! that was indeed wrong. But step with
me into my library. This is serious matter,
| involving, perhaps, the future happiness of my
| only child"-and as he spoke the merchant has
! lilly wiped away pearly tear that hung trembl-
ing on the lower lid of his off eye.
The two men stepped into the library, Mr.
Hathaway closing the door as they entered
Reginald felt that the worst would soon come
Seating himself in an easy chair, Mr.. Hathaway
! looked earnestly at Reginald for q moment
Then he spoke up suddenly:
| "Did'you see a little bay mare with sort Of
| spike tail and her near front foot white being
exercised out there Sunday morning."
Eyes. sir, replied Reginald.
| How fast did she go?''
'.She trotted mile in 2:2s1(, the last quarter
| In IS seconds" was the reply.
| A peaceful, happy smile stole over the old
| mans face. ''Reginald. my boy" he said in low
| earnest tones, that little bay mare belongs to
me. My position as deacon will not allow me to
publicly acknowledge the ownership of the ami
NAL, but you can bet your sweet life that when
she is cut loose at the July races will break all
the officers Of our church and several people in
the adjoining parish. Do you understand my
| boy?"
eyes, catch on" said Reginald II knew
you owned the mare all the time, but Chica-
goan is too noble to give away his prospective
| father-in-law"-and stepping 10 the sideboard
Reginald courteously poured ont drink OF sour
mash for Mr.. Hathaway before taking one him.
self.
The old man did not fail to notice this action.
''This boy has the true Saxon spirit" he muir
INJURED to himself, "and he shall marry Myrtle
| when the leaves begin to turn. l shall need him
myself during the trotting season."