, 1884-11-25
A LAKESIDE MUsING.
Ths Nineteenth Century Girl whs
Was Up to SNUFF
"With a moekins laugh He Turn.
TO Godfather Face Lights Up
with a Weird, BaleruI
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Il forgive you, Hetty."
Thomas Turnstile turned away with a
heart whose load of sorrow was almost too
great to be borne, and walked slowly down
the shady lane which led 10 hts mothers
humble cottage at tho foot of Huckleberry
hill Young, hopeful. and with spirits as
buoyant as health and a clear conscience
could make them, he had fallen in one in
slant from the sun-kissed haights Of content
ment and happiness to the black depths Of
desolation and despair. And whyl Be
cause a giri-a naughty beauty whose fathers
wealth had placrd her far above Thomas
Turnstile In the social scala-had, after lur-
ing linn on and on with all tho arts which
women know so we'll and practice so skill
fully, haughtily refused the love that he
offered her-the love OF a true, honest heart
"a love Of which any woman no matter
how exalted her station, might well nave
been proud.
And she had told him plainly thai she had
been toying with his heart-told him this In
the same low, dulcet tones that had so often
witched him IN the days gone by when they
had wandered together through NOISY glade
and bosky dali. through the silent woods in
which the rustling of the zsphyr-kissed leaves
was the only sound that came to them.
She had said the cruel words that severed
their lives forever, softly enough, but on the
beautiful fnce that had for years haunted his
memory and been the beacon-star Of his en-.
deavor, there was q cold, naughty, rough-on-
rats expression that told him only too truly
that each syllable was uttered IN earnest, and
that TO hope for a revocation Of the sentence
this girl had pronounced were indeed foolish.
And yet, despite this fact, he loved hor with
q mad, consuming, chloride-of.lime-on-an-
ola -rhtrf raocfor. that 49,. ..--.kf-- At-.---
soul, every beat of his great, manly heart
seeming only the knel OF a life that was soon
TO be quenched forever.
One year had passed. On all sides one
hears talk of the wonderful success that has
crowned the efforts Of Thomas Turnstile as a
Spectator. His daring operation Of buying
all the poker decks in Chicaro just previous
TO the assembling Of a national convention
had made him a millionaire and to none was
this news Of more interest than Hetty Hal
lowheart, the proud beauty of Horss-Fly
Villa. Judge Of her surprise when one day
there came a note from Thomas Turnstila
asking permission to call on her. It was at
once given and the evening Of the following
day appointed for the interview. A 8 O'Clock
n carriage rolled up TO the door and Thomas
Turnstile was ushered into the parlor, where
Hetty waited to receive him. In the soft
mellow light OF the Superintendent gas she
looked more radiantly beautiful than ever
and there was q tremulous tinge Of admira-
tion in the young mans tones as he spoke to
her.
"A year ago" he said, II offered you my
hand in marriage and you refused it because
Of my poverty. am now rich and repeat
that offer. Do you accept itf7
II do,n she answered.
@Hai false woman, n he cries, aat last my
revenge Is accomplished Know, then, that
do not love you, and that my only object
in coming here tonight was to humiliate
you" and with n hollow. mocking laugh he
turns 10 90.
HStopi" says the girl in an imperious man,
ner, and as she speaks Thomas Turnstiles sees
two men, one a lawyer and the other a
stenographer, come from behind a Japanese
screen which stands near an Etruscan cuspi-
dor. Hetty's face lights up with a weird,
baleful smile.
"What does this meanf' he asks. aWhy
a my words been taken DOWN.
at means" she answered, shat / am
loaded for bear"