National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1882-05-06
HIS BoNY BRIpE.u
Another Hntensc aud ThriIiing Romancc
by Halstead and MediII.

"Must really 60, sweetheartY"
"Yes," replied Corinne Swearipgen, placing her
shapely while hand In his, and looking into his
face with tender earnestncss that showed the
true womanliness Of her nature at Is better,
far better for both Of fs that we should part for
ever" but she spoke the hot tears ofpain welled
up into her beautiful brown cyes-those eyes that
had witched with their bright glanccs and dreamy
tenderness so many men-ahd with a little sob of
pain Corinne's bead was bowed upon j. sardou
saryis' shoulder In an ecasy ofgrief
Couldn't you put a ten-year limit on your bill,
daIlng2p asked the young man. bending gently
over the little hoOd thatwns pillowed so trustingly
just under his left car; al certainly ought to have
us good chance as q Chinnman"
A low moan OF pain and convulsiye shake OF
the little head was the only response.
But j. sardou Sarvis was not TO be denied so
easily. "Can / not have one Eope?" he said,
" one little nickle- plated, n-cent hope7"
steadily. Perhaps" She said in cold, Kennebec
ice tones "you W ouid drop II a house fell on you,
but begin TO doubt 1t. Know then, since you
ever accept your prohered love, for am a Gov
eminent clerks d9nghteT ana a, government clerks
j. sardou sarvis saw al once that this proud
beauty had been making plaything of his love,
The revelation was terrible one but he bore 1t
"yefy we'll" he said, in husky, been.up all the
night. t.beioro tones. You have stamped with the
iron heel OF scorn upon the tender violet Of my
budding love, but some day, when your children
little winsome brats with sunny smiles and an as
sortment Of collie that viii keep you up three nights
every week--are climbing upon your knee until
| you arc In danger Of becoming knee-sprung, you
will perhaps remember with tinge Of sadness in
the recollection, how you toyed with the love of
loyal, trusting, Juniata County heart, and threw
| forever over young and happy life the black pail
| OF a disappointed hope and crushed ambition.
have seen the roses of my love wither anu wpste
away until they lie shrveled and blighted by the
dusty roadside Of Life, and you can bot that feel
pretty tough about IT, have seen my beautiful
| and stately Ship Of Hope, with its toll, shapely
| lnasts and towering wings of snowy canvas that
sailed away 80 buoyanily and bravcly over the
| TO me shapelrss wreck-the tapefing spars that
were so white and clean now jagged and broken,
| and TO them clinglng the dark seaweeds, while OF
| the sails that rYaled the clouds In feeey purity
| there remain only blackened shreds that flap dis.
| mally in the moaning wind, whose voice seems to
| sound the requiem and dirge Of my dead and
buried love. have got the boss wreck and don't
| you forget It,"
Corinne looked at him steadily for moment.
| DO you mean these words you have spoken,
| j. Sardou Saryis2N she asked.
You can bet your life do" he answered In
| low, passionate tones.
| "Well, should gasp" was the reply, pearly
i tear gistening in J. ShTdou Sarvis' OIL eye.
| "1hen," said Cornne twining her arms about
his neck, 81 will roost on your Knee next Tuesday
| evening, as usual Papa would never forgive me
II let man who can talk like that go out Of the
| family. Prom q his B00y Bride by Mdrdl Hal
stead and J. MedW.