The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1883-04-13
BLASTED HOPES.

save the occasional shrill call Of a
companion-seeking tabby cat, the
yelping howl Of a disconsolate, hun
CRY, homeless dorg, or the monoto-
nous wall of the peanut man. AS If
subdued into consOnance with the
perfect silence, the gently
breaking southWind scarcely whis-
pered q requiem as it swept softly
and sadly over the dead and decay
ing vegetables; its murmurs were
hardly audible as it gathered up in
its loving embraces the fragrance OF
the defunct cans in front of Market
Row. Nighttime as it was, the
streets were all lit up with a Won
derful, white, glorious radiance; the
electric lamp at the Emporium
Corner, shaming fair Lima, goddess
of night, in her distant feebleness.
and causing the twinkling stars to |
look as small and Insignificant as ,
V. rs returns in the last election
for delegate.
& youth of gallant mien and
handsome face stood leaning in an
agonizingly graceful attitude
against the iron railing which pro-
tects the cellar-way and obseructs
the sidewalk at the north side of the
Emporium Building. The railway
was evidently intended by the be
nevolent humanitarian who erected
it to serve as place for loiterers to
loiter and leafers to loaf, and the
youth, fully aware of his rights on
the public avenues of the metrOpo-
lis of Utah the writer does not
wish to e understood as throwing
dirt on Ogden's Professionalism
to his post with as much tenaclty
as mule clinging to an empty grain
sack. And yet he showed signs
of a restless, feverish anxiety, and
ever and anon would roll fresh
cigarette and as he slowly and
methodically raised his right leg to
a horizontal position and artistlcally
scraped a match-a feat which a
female can never hope to gracefully
accomplishing would gaze anx-
iously down the dim vistas of the
sidewalk toward the Kimball
block. The slow moving hands on
the dial above had marked the lapse
of an hour when the youth, Marcus
Emil Podrose, gave vent to an eX-
clamation Of bitter disappointment
and swinging around on his heel
started off at a brisk pace in the di-
rectlon of the Jordan. He had not
gone many PAGES when out Of the
deep shadow of the buildings sprang
q young, fair-haired maiden, over
whose head seemingly not more
than thirty-fye summers had passed
The maiden seized the yo3th's coat
collar with both hands, and thus
gently hating him exclaimed
"Where are you going, dear March,;
Emil?"
Marcus Emil smiled a bitter
CHASTITY smile as he gazed down int
the up-turned face of the maiden a
his side, and said, "Arimene Jane
l have been at the trysting place 70.
an hour-an hour which to my ach,
ing, expectant heart and madl,
burning corns seemed an age. DE
fered hope maketh the fond hear
sick The cold iron of disappoint
ment entered my soul like-like
silver from a cellar door running
into a school boy's--ahem-fool
You came not and the turbid water
Of Jordan are sounding a disma
= but irresistible invitation to m,
ears to come and bury my sorrow
and griefs beneath their foam-cres
! ted pillows"
"Oh, Marcus Emil, hear me!
cried the maiden, as she Wrung he
hands distractedly. "The fault i
not mine. An unsympatheti
mother forbade my coming until
had finished my daily task. How
hate the dull routine of washin
pots, securing pans, hopping tn
kitchen and scrubbing the iron
steps-hou5ehold duties whose Ell
forced performance causes rebelli
Gus thoughts in girls heart an
chaps on her hands. My mothe
knows not and cares less, that til
drudgery to which I have been sui
jected has broken my young hea
and embittered your life, my ow
dear Marcus Emil Podrose."
The youth folded his arms acro'
his heaving breast; his eyes shor
with stony glare-such glare {
illumines the eye of a small DO
when he is creeping upon the bin
side of a mince pleas he reptile,
"Too late, too late!- Your explain
tions are useless now. Mine is
love that will not bear disappoin
ment; mine is heart that will NJ
brook delay. A dark fate avail
me. Destiny, like a policeman e
corting plain drunk to the lock-u
urges me on" And f1inging Il
pleading, clinging fair one from hi
he sped down the street, his retrea
ing form family visible for a tin
ia the misty shimmering light, the
lost forever to the gaze Of fArime1
: Jane, as she stood silently gazir
into the gathering gloom. He hu
ried along until he reached the co
fines of the Sixth Ward. where
stealthily entered small and u
pretentious cottage, and plungiI
into bed shouted in wild, deliriO
tones, as he viciously punched
lutte brother: Lay over there, al
Il give your wesried, heart-brok
= brother a share of this humble pa
let" PLUS ULTRA,