The south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1879-1883, 1882-03-21
WON AT LAST.
THE REWARD OF PATIENCE AND IN.
DUsTRY.

Soyou wish 10 marry my daugh
liter?
Thcse words werc uttered BY
man who fairly hissed them through
his teeth as ie stood with crue
sneer OH his lips in front Of yonn,
man, the nervous twitchings OF who's
clear cnt features more than couIt
any words, however freely inter
spersed with adjectives, The torture
he was suffering.
Ycs, sir, said Herbert McIntosl
locking up Into the face Of him wht
had spoken. 'oye Myrtle with s
rich warm, teinpcstuous love ilia
rrcks not obstacles, but sweeps
away like mighty avalanche the dir.
terence in socia! position that exist
between us, My passion IL aheath.
less one that, like thclmiglty simeon
OF the desert, gathers force with
every instant Of its existence, and
still alike with itsiiol breath the lite
OF man AMI beast. | know that ap.
pearances are against me. am poor
and honest, and last saturday night
| had Il king full beaten at the Owl
Club, but ! cannot conceal my love.
You are rich and successful. and
can acc from the window IN my little
room IN which | work, the high walls
Of YOU packing house, aud hear the
Ilaini've cry of the stricken pig who
lias his interior scoopod out and il
cut Into hama sid clear sides before
the echo of his death shrek has ceased
10 lingcr IN tho musk laden air Ofthe
stock yards. You are living under
turquois tinted skics, while | am in
great luck to have = sky at all. III IL
not my fault that you are rich |
love Jour daughter, and she returns
MY lore, and saying this, lIeroer'
looked anxiously in the direction OF
the window, his breast giving thr0b
nt joy as he saw that the blinds were
aud the old man could not
ilnc hinI out.
IIark ye, my lad, said the packer.
while cold skating ring smile how
cred Ger His lace, you say you love
my daughter and would win her for
your bride. So be II. have naught
againrl thee save thy poverty. Come
To me within Il mouth with $1,000
gained By thine own industry and
skill, and Myrtle shall he yomr wife.
lfyou fail in this her hand Is given
to friend of mine who owns a
glucose factory.
''Bul you would not force her to
marry against her willan sail iicr-
bert. "She has plighted her lroth 10
me-
Il know not OF yonr childish va
garies," replied tho old man. II have
.aid my say. In three minutes shall
unite The bull dog
Midnight on Wabash Avenue.
Five men are seated srou.d a IT,
bic with hole in the center OF II.
Herbert 10 in the party, and opposite
-its his hated rival, the man who
owns an interest in a glucose factory
Herbert i, dealing. Herbert looks
AT his cards aud bets $l0O.
"Fiye hundrel,' says the glucose
man. e
"a thousand" SAYS IIcrber', reach
ing into his pocket as II for mo icy.
"Oh. never mind getting out your
roll until the hands are played" said
the glucose man, II will bc easy with
you, and only call. hayc four aces
Straight flusl,," said Herbert In
low, bitter tones. as he laid the cards
on the table, and pockcled a thousand
dollar bill which his adversary threw
across TO him.
The next night Herbert and Myrtle
occupied one chair In the p,rlor Of
the pork packers residence. 1--WE
will be married In the fall, my sweet,
abe said, in soft, low tones, kissing
him pssslonstely as she spoke.
"Ycs Tootie," lie murmured; "in
the fall. We can liye with your folks
next winter"