Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1886-04-02

another; and those behind began TO
press forward, and those in front to
sheer away. In truth, this gaunt crea-
turo with the flaming eyes looked vio-
lent enough for anything. Amid q
general clamor for the police, the pro-
prietor of the shop fortunately appeared
upon the scene. He was not going to
have fuss made there, he said; so
Bond was hustled into the street. He
turned when he got clear of tho crowd.
"Tricd, poor thingm 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.
"Purc and sweet and beautiful"
"Guilty, or I'll eat my hat"
"Shut up, you IDIOT" cried the pro-
prictor. And shaking the youth by the
shoulders, he pushed him back into the
shop.
Bond scarcely knew how he got back
to his rooms. His pile of manuscripts
lay on the table; the cat sat purring be-
fore the fire, every thing was. precisely
as he had lcftit. But oh! how differently
1t all seemed! He dropped into chair,
and the veins stood out in his pale fore.
head, and his hands worked convul-
sively. Eulalic in afelon's dock! Could
men be so mad, so cruel, so unjustP II
was impossible.
Ono solitary idea now took possession
of him-to find Eulalic, though with
what object he did not determine. BY
n strange chance he met her in the
street next day; met and scarcely recog-
nizcd her. Moving swiftly and stealth
lily along, rs il she feared to be seen,
with her hair IN disorder, her face no
longer touched by the art to which il
had largely owed its beauty, and her
dress old and slovenly, she was indeed
drcadfully changed. Bond started back
when he saw her, his face deadly white,
he pressed his hands 10 his heart, it gave
such painful throb; he could scarcely
believe his own eyes.
His earnest gaze seemed to discom-
pose her, for she dropped faded old
umbrella in the mud, whereupon he
rushed forward picked it up, and hand.
ed it to her. She took it without n
word of thanks, scowl being all she
gave him. Then she hurried away,
leaving him in panied bcwilderment.
He could only repeat over and over
w
"A bad un, Sir,h said policeman
who had been watching his little
scheme. "a regular bad un." He
winked in the direction of the retrcating
woman.
But Bond was already out of earshot,
hurrying after her in obedience to an
irresistible impulse to offer her all he
had, yearning to tell his love, and ac-
quire the right to protect her. Though
his ideal was little more than mem
ory, the woman remained and, in his
eyes, she was still beautiful. With her
by his side, he cared not what the world
said. Never had his love been stronger
than it was at this moment.
But though he dived down one OBJ.
scure street after another, he could not
find her. And at length, murmuring
to himself, .'Ah, yes, her smile was very
sweet" he warily dragged himself back
to his lodgings.
Once again, and for the last time, he
saw her 1t was on the following after
noon. He was sitting ut the open win
dow, absently caressing the cat upon
his lap, when she happened to pass by
on the opposite side of the street Look
ing up at the window, she suddenly
stopped and stared. Before he had re-
covered from his surprise she stretched
out her arms and cried:
'.Oh, my pussic! Nell, Nell, won't
you come to mc?h
The cat sprang through the window
and crossed the street in less time than
it takes to write the words. There
could scarcely be doubt about the
ownership. The animal, with arched
back and Strengthened tail, was delight
} edly rubbing itself against her shabby
dress, and she was bending down talk.
ing to it as if it were her child
Bond was not slow to grasp the situa-
ton. He rose hastily to explain the
circumstances under which he had
bought the cat from lad whom he had
believed to be the rightful owner. He
was trembling in every limb, for had
; not his opportunity come at last, as
some one has said it always will come
to the man who waits? Blundering
down the stairs he whispered to him
} self: '.Even the cat loves her and she
, loves it. | knew she was good and
pure and lovely"
II must apologize" he began, ad
vancing awkwardly. "NIiss- Miss"
Mrs. Travers," she said, rather def
antly.
"Mrs.' he gasped, staggering back
. Then she was married woman! This
thought affected him even more pain
fully than the one that followed it
!, Some time before he had read in tht
,, paper charge of swindling brough
! against Mrs. Travcrs, described as 8
member of a gang of fashionable sharp
, ers. "Then you are widow" he cried
,, with startling energy. "Oh, in pity
/, sake, say you are a widow!"
She laughed scornfully. Pointing tc
a seedy-looking individual who was ap
proaching, she said:
Here comes my husband. Now
pray what have you to say against me
Just say it right out before him if yo'
= dare"
Poor Bond skunk away to his darkcne'
room. His dream was over; his life wa
: spent. He relapsed into his old book
; worm habits, wore clothes as ancient a
ever, and, to the despair of his landlady
renewed his edict against dusting. Th
u life had gone out of him, and, thre
u years after, strangers carried him to hi
: restin Kensal Green, his landlady tn
: only mourner. A plain tombston
= marks the spot where he sleeps, dream
! ing perhaps some happier dream, wit
!, loftier ideal, which the world ca
!, never tarnish nor can time Destroy
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