New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-01-20

and he woke still drawing invidious
comparisons between himself and all
of them. If Iris Enderby was to have
this startling effect on his moral ma
ture, he thought the less he saw of her
the better; accordingly, he fell into to
long and interesting speculation as a
whether she could ever be persuaded
to tolerate him. He would find out
There passed five strange, wild
weeks, the most miserable, the most
rapturous in Dicks life. It is not
pleasant for a man to be scorned,
knowing that he deserves scorn; but
before a week was over Warrington
was SO badly in love with Iris Ender-
by that he thought he would rather
be scorned by her than worshiped by
any other woman. He did his ut
most, humbly and persistently, to
win her liberation. To do him JUS
tice it was always her federation, new
er her love. Dick had most Of the
vices in the calendar; but there was
no cold blooded calculation about him
and but little self-conceit. He knew
that he had nothing to do with Iris
Enderby, yet he was fain to conciliate
her by word or action, by the delicate
courtesies that please women. He
had been q gentleman once, he said
bitterly to himself; he. would try to
fall into the old ways again for the
last time. It was easier than he had
thought.
But Iris never changed. She was al
ways courteous, somewhat kindly; but
the look discern in her eyes seemed to
Warrington's embittered vision never
to pass away.
For five weeks he saw her daily
deft, tranquil, gentle, the light of that
dark time; at the end of those weeks
Hartley died. His death was sudden
at the last, and only Warrington and
his wife were with him. Iris who was
to have watched that night came an
hour later. When she entered with
flowers in her hands, for she had
brought fresh ones every day to please
the invalid, Warrington was alone in
theroom. A dull pain was upon him
heavier than his grief for the dead
man, the hard, bitter consciousness
that he should see Iris no more. He
rose as she entered, and though he did
not speak his look warned her of the
truth; and she glanced hastily at the
quiet face on the pillow. Her lips
quivered, and the roses dropped
from her hands, and were scat
tered, spots of glowing color on the
dingy floor. Warrington, hardly
knowing what he did, fell on his knees
and began to gather them up, with a
wild longing ospeak at all hazards,
to call her his saint, his divinity.
"Giye me a rose,' he said, huskily.
The girls voice faltered as she an
swered him; but it had ring of indig-
nation that touched him to the quick.
''This is no time to talk of roses, /"
she said passionately
"Oh, you do not understand, he
exclaimed hotly. "You have no pity
for the living"
He did not glance up as he spoke, or
he would have seen a strange look pass
over her face. It passed like shadow
was gone; she turned away, and the
next moment he heard her voice, all
sympathy, speaking to Mrs. Hartley.
Then, feeling like an ar1ant coward, he
SUNK back to his own room.
Iris left an hour later. Some rela-
tives OF Mrs. Hartley's had come, and
she could do little more. Dick reap.
peared as she was quitting the house,
to offer his services as escort.
Thank you,' she said, not unkind.
| ly, but with quiet decision. II would
rather walk alone,
1T is very Late" urged Dick.
I am not nervous" she said in a
cool tone OF dismissal, land he fell back
But he was not to be bah1ed so easily
Iris might walk solitary if she liked
1 but she could not prevent his follow
ing at q suitable distance, at all events
till she reached the main street. He
took no pains to keep under cover, fol-
he was reckless; and indeed had she
turned, his tall figure and careless
gait would infallibly have betrayed
him. But whether or not some in
stinct warned her OF the truth, I can
not tell; but she never cast a glance
behind, not even when her quick foot
steps brought her into an alley rath
er too riotous for her liking, and hi
saw her hesitate once or twice. But
further on, when they entered Garrnk
street, he elflessened the distance
between them, for things were begin
ming ito look ominous. Half a dozen sail
ors, British and foreign, but all drunk
and all very much excited, had just
poured out Of one OF the worst public
houses in the quarter, and were com
mencing a free fight among themselves
| A little throng gathered, cursing and
cheering, and obstructing the path
way, and Iris stopped, a good dea
frightened. Dick noted one policeman
on the extreme outskirts of the dis
turbance leisurely whistling for help
and then-it all happened in an in
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