New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1884-06-01

il is lust in your eyes; do come round and sit ~
me positively y0n must p,t TT,
blind can be let down" Aside" Hang It gil!
am not to have the arrangement ot ny own UNI
Wretc6ed Hostess, who has ia { learned the truth
up-stairs-" Colonel Stacer aIn afraid must AK
you TOTO come and at here bf Inc. IL - =" awk-
ward--we are such an awkward number; but lear
must part some pair.
Indignant Husband. IL an unlnlstlkabie Wlii-ne-
master Of my own house tone" Ny DEAR Staccr
IS seated. We do very well rs we are
Company Ia general aside" Blundering ml0t
he sees nothing even yet"
Tragedy proceeds: a deep gloom a terrible
shadow perr AIDES the meal: by the time the first
cOnrse - over every one who did not before know
the frghtini state OF the case mas been informed OF
it, and IN Consequence an Intermittent fever Of de-
hight alarm, and curiosity makes every other topic
flat as pancake. W no can talk while that -
going on ? " no can do anything else than cast
surreDtitOus glqnces MP and down the board, yared
by awful frOwuS and internal threats directed
aga inst the miserable author OF the mischief, ono
tongue however. never iags, never tires. nor stops
to rest; and that IS the tongue oil StaceI. Staeer
talks on. and on, and on. Stacer appears 10 have
laid mp fund OF information upon every ronceiv-
able topic, which be is now steadily giving vent 70;
even wien the ladies' rise, and Lila rise, Will
them and he gives her back her glove, which had
fallen under the table he talks still How good he
is, how kind. how thoughtful! and how very very
sorry she IS for him,
"My poor child NJ dearest Lila How unlucky,
Such mistake ! Mr.. GoodheaIt will never forgive
hlm.Clf.'
The last asseveratlon is Mrs. Goodhcart's and she
is nearly weeping
Lady Blanche consoIingiy-g Yes, my dear Mrs.
GOodheaTt it was unfortunate. most unfortunate.
and shOws-aheu that people should be cOnyers-
ant wltb-with what goes on. OF course you dill
NOT know another tine you viii try 10 know, viii
you lot, my dear"
Mrs. Goodheart warmly" will never ask people
to meet each other again unless l know the day
of then BIRTH and their godfathers and godmoth'
ers. auu--and-r lsobsi.
Lila" II could only go home now"
She and shall 20 home no need 10 wait Tor
her carriage. Mr.. GOOdheart viii be only too glad,
too sorry roo thankful To do anything he will see
her home in a hanson, It will not take him ten
minutes, message VIII BRING MIN out oil the dinIn2,
room. and he can be back before he Is missed; and
Mrs GOOdheart viii have II so
All right Goodheart IS delighted.
Ii appears presently however, that he dId not 10
and he was going Miss Deancys way, and 50 therc
was no reason why
LADY Bianche-a Why! Good Heavens you did
not send Lila Delaney home m d hanson al0nc
with Colonel Iheophllus Siacer"
Goodheart peaccably-" Ii better he than !,
you know. He would be less missed put II To
him"
done wrong. What is the matterf He looks
blankly round each IN turn, plainly imporng
information, pItiaby at sea. ~
Matter, . you born fool, yOu blind, tho k-hclled
iackass' Matter. He is told shortly and sharply
what is the matter And here draw the veil.
We can picture him for the rest OF the evening
wandering about the dim alleys the back suins OF
the great CAV room, a miserable Outcast, desplsed.
enlGhtened bewildered pariah; we can see him
covering beneath every whitening glance. shrinking
from every eye, venturng "a return the colo
Good-nights.' far less to otter the parting arm;
he has at heart, his afflicted family may dare Ia
hope the grace To feel his ignomny he VIII never
again in this world they NAV rest assnre'l. presume
to meddle with matters s0 tar beyond hln: he ~
crushed, aRnIhilated; dOwn-trOdden reptile
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