New Ulm weekly review., 1886-03-17

forth devoted to work. Many wears
before he had begun to write book
which he had not had the energy to
finish; he now took it up again, and
worked at it day and night. Fame
and fortune opened out before him;
useless before they aad now become
priceless, for did they not lead to-
the thought-Eulalie!
Dissatisfied with the condition OF his
rooms, he had them swept. So, much
to the landlady's surprise and delight,
the dust was cleared away, the furni-
ture put in order, and a tolerable air
of comfort restored. 1t was by no
means the perfect home he lad de-
picted, but it was, at any rate, one
step nearer.
The cat-that subtle bond OF union
between him and her-had grown quite
friendly AS he wrote she often sat on
the table and blinked wonderingly at
the round-shouldered scholar bending
over his desk, his sallow face flushed
with his exertions, and his dull eyes
Frightening as his pen raced over the
paper. The pile by his side, small at
first, daily grew in magnitude, and the
book upon which so much depended
was nearly finished.
But about this time a dreadful un-
easiness seized upon him. Hehad not
seen Eulalie for a afortnight. When the
fortnight grew into a month, and the
month into two, he became so alarm
ed he could work no longer. Vainly
he attempted to allay his fears by as
suming that she had gone out of town
on visit; he felt that he must see her
and so satisfy himself that she was
| not merely creature of his imag;na-
ton. Roaming the streets day after
day he searched for his unknown love,
but found her not; she had vanished
from this life as mysteriously as she
had come into it.
At length, in dispair, he again en-
tered the shop where he had asked her
name. He had seen her. there many
times since. The same dapper assist
ant was arranging gloves in a box,
and the whole scene was SO exactly
the same that Bond paused in bewil-
derment, half inclined to think the
past few months had been dream.
| Advancing to the counter he STAN.
mered out:
'Have you seen her lately? The
lady? What are you staring at?
You know who Imean.'
"Seen her!'' exclaimed the assistant,
with flash of remembrance. "The
lady! Oh! ah! that's a good joke. :"
He ended with most Objectionable
laugh.
"a good joke!W said Bond absently.
II don't understand you"
''You read the papers, | suppose,
sir"
Il don't. Speak plainly, man"
"The lady"-he grinned as he spoke
-"has just been tried for obtaining
goods on pretenses."
@You like, you cur,' shouted Bond.
Quick as lightning his clenched fist shot
across the counter and hattened the
astonished youth against the shelves
behind.
A crowd collected in a moment.
Drunk" said one; "Mad," said an
other; and.those behind began to press
forward; and those in front to sheer
away In truth. this gaunt creature
with the flaming eyes looked violent
enough for anything. Amid general
clamor for the police, the proprietor
of the shop fortunately appeared up
on the scene. He was not going to
have a fuss made there, he said; SO
Bond was hustled into the street. He
turned when he got clear OF the crowd.
"I'ried, poe: thingr' he shouted
back. "But she was acquitted /
swear she was acquitted"
"She was guilty, though" cried the
assistant, viciously shaking his fist
from the doorway
'tPure and sweet and beautiful"
"Guilty, or I'll eat my hat.'
"Shut up you IDIOT cried the pro-
prietor. And shaking the youth by
the shoulder, he pushed him back in
to the shop.
Bond scarcely knew how hegot back
to his rooms. His pile ofmanuscripts
lay on the table; the cat sat purring
before the fire; everything was precise
ly as he had left it. But oh! how diff
ferent it all seemed! He dropped into
% chair, and the veins stood out in
his pale forehead, and his hands
worked convulsively. Eulalie in fell
on's dock! Could men be SO mad, so
cruel, so unjust? 1t was impossible.
One solitary idea now took posses
sion OF him-to find Eulalie, though
with what object he did not determine.
BY a strange chance he met her in
the street next day; met and scarcely
recognized her. Moving swiftly and
stealthily along, as if she feared to be
seen, with her hair in disorder, her face
no longer touched by that art to
which it had largely owed it's beauty,
and her dress old and slovenly, she
was indeed dreadfully changed. Bond