Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1886-06-05
JOHNS STORY.
The Deceits and Horrors Of q
Gambling Establishment.

"Well, would you like to hear my
adventure in New Orleans?' John
Bright leaned his elbow on the arm OF
the red plush chair in which he sat,
with thoughtful look in his dark-blue
eyes.
why, yes. of course"
by all means
Eugene Carthon and his sister looked
eagerly at the handsome blonde il
front of them.
They had been talking about the
New Orleans Exposition which all had
visited the winter before, and naturally
their conversation had drifted into per
sonal "reminiscences and criticisms or
the ways and manners of the people Of
that beautiful Southern city.
Ibid you really have an adventure?'
asked Nell, cycling him guestioningly
from under her long dark lashes. They
had intended to meet in the Crescent
City, but through some misunderstood.
ing the Carthon family had missed
him. Nell had always felt little ag
gricved over this, just as if John had
really been to blame in the matter, and
an allusion to their soiourn in the
South brought back that vague feeling
of disappointment which had mingled
itself with all her enjoyments while
there.
Not that she cared any thing for
john Bright Oh, no; not even to her.
self did she ever admit that But then
he was Eugcne's most intimate friend,
and he was such a bright, companion
able fellow, how could she help liking
him little?-'.just for Eugene's sake.
you know" She sincerely believed
that it was her love for her brother
that made her SO solicitOus always fol-
his friends comfort and so anxious to
make him always feel at home and
thoroughly welcome in her father S
house.
And if women will deceive themselves
so ingeniously in these little matters no
one can blame them. The reality
seems all the prettier when they sur
prise themselves into the admission one
day that brotherly love is not such a
powerful motor after all.
well, go on with your story" said
Eugene, lighting a cigarette, with his
sisters permission. and putting away
expectantiy. I'm be getting drowsy,
presently, if you don't wake me up
with your thrilling episode"
''Well'-John twirled his blonde
mustache rctlectively, ignoring the
last remark-..I was walking down
Canal street one afternoon, when it
began TO rain"
Remarkable. when it was in the
rainy season." interrupted Eugene,
who seemed determined not to be led
into thinking his friend had met with
any extraordinary adventure.
Eugene, do hushr' Nell said, i'm
ploringly; but John did not seem to
mind his friends quizzing in the least.
las i said, l was walking down
Canal street, when it began to rain,
not violently, but enough to make a
man feel uncomfortable and the feath-
ers on woman's bonnet limp. Fort
unately had an umbrella, which of
course Immediately raised. Just As
did SO young lady came out of one of
the large dry-goods stores behind me.
She stood irresolute for a moment as
though nonplussed by the rain, yet an
evident anxiety possessing her to reach
the ear.
INSTANTLY / found myself in a
strange dilemma What should do?
There was young lady. delicate and
beautiful, richly attired in garments
which the rain would certainly dam
age, without the slightest protection
from the .slements; while |. not three
feet distant was possessed of an UNI
brella large enough to shelter two. 1t
seemed like 4 piece of impertinence,
yet on the impulse of the moment
mustered all my gallantry. aud. STEP
ping forward, offered to escort her TO
the ear
ITO my surprise, and l must say
pleasure. she accepted gratefully, and
we walked to the next corner to meet
the car. l noted then the extreme
lovcliness of her beauty, which was of
the pure creole type, and the marvel
Gus finish of her toilet, which showed in
its richness of coloring the Southern
taste. could not censure her for her
hesitation in exposing herself to the
disastrous effects of the rain.
At this juncturc Nell. curled up on
one end of the sofa with her kensing-
ton in her lap. looked very grave. She
could not quite approve of handsome
blonde strangers offering umbrellas TO
unknown ladies. Ii might have been
the "extrcme loveliness' of the creole
belle which made the ofiense so b cnious
in her eyes. but she would have been
shocked had you suggested such a
thing.
when We reached the corner there
was no cal" John continued. Being
in .Mardigras' time. there was always
more or less delay. When the car did
arrive il was so crowded there was no:
foothold. The next and next proved
TO be the same Unconsciously We
walked on, the young lady hy almost
imperceptible guidance directing oul
footsteps. We walked along the Rue
Royal. quite into the heart of the old
French town, the young lady scarcely
seeming aware of the fact that we had
traversed so many blocks. was toe
delighted with her bright conversation
and naivete to wish TO undeceive her,
and so we walked along until she
stopped suddenly in front of one oil
those gloomy French houses. so dreary
in exterior appearance, but often beau
iful and gay within. A high wall sur
rounded the dwelling, surmounted by
nsils driven in So that the points pro.
jeced upward. sure safeguard
against marauders. As usual. high
balcony graced the front of the house.
From the gate-a massive iron-barred
one-a stone pave led up to the old
fashioned door.
81 feel very grateful. she said. lift
ing her big eyes TO mine with a shadow
of .imidity in their depths which mad,
them all the lovlier; and she hesitated
little, 1 know my father would wist
to thank you also, if-if-
a. IF you only knew whom to thank,
/ added. with conscious shame at m,
own lack of courtesy. Now. l dom
know what deviltry prompted ME t
the action. but instead of handing hel
my own card l gave her one of Franl
Smiths. young fellow rooming with
me ST the St Charles. drummer fol
large hat firm in Detroit. His name
gracee the card in full. and also Ire
moine & Leeman,' the name of the firu
he was connected with. 1t was fool
ish thing to do, Yet never expected Il
see the young lady again. and l sup
pose it occurred TO me that it would b
good joke on Smith
ITO my great establishment she rec
ognized the first name.
".You must come in ard see nv
father she said. Mr.. Tremoine j.
an old friend of ours. and he viii be *