Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1886-04-29

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At length, in despair. he again en-
tered the shop where he had asked her
name. He had seen her there many |
times since. The same dapper assistant
was arranging gloves in box, and the
whole scene was so exactly the same
that Pond paused in bewilderment, half
inclined to think the past few months
had been dream. Advancing to the
counter he stammered out:
Have you seen her latelyp The LADY,
What are you staring asP You know
who mean
''Seen her!'' exclaimed the assistant,
with flash of remembrance. 'sThe
lady! OH ah! that's good joke" He
ended with most Objectionable laugh.
"a good joke!' said Bond absently.
81 don't understand YOU"
"You read the papers, | suppose,
SIR"
"Idon't. Speak plainly, man.
"The lady"-he grinned as he spoke
--"has just been tried for obtaining
goods on false pretenses."
You lie, you cur" shouted Bond.
Quick as lightning his clinched fist shot
across the counter aid fattened the
astonished youth against the shelves
behind.
A crowd collected in moment.
Drunk" said one; MAD said
another; and those behind began to
press forward, and those in front to
sheer away. In truth, this gaunt crea-
ture with the flaming eyes looked vio-
lent enough for anything. Amid
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 the crowd
''Tried, poor thing!" he shouted back.
''But she was acquitted. Iswear she
was acquitted"
"She was guilty, though" cried the
assistant, viciously shaking his fist from
the doorway.
"Pure and sweet and beautiful"
equity, or I'll eat my hat"
"Shut up, you IDIOT cried the pro-
prietor. 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 leftit. But oh! how differently
it all seemed! He dropped into chair,
and the veins stood out in his pale fore.
head, and his hands worked convul-
sively. Eulalie in afelon's dock! Could
men be so mad, so cruel, so unjustp 1t
was impossible.
One solitary idea now took possession
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 recog-
nized her. Moving swiftly and stealth
lily along, as if 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
dreadfully changed. Bond started back
when he saw her, his face deadly white;
he pressed his hands TO 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 a
word of thanks, scowl being all she
/ gave him. Then she hurried away,
leaving him in panied bewilderment.
He could only repeat over and over
again: "Her smile was very sweet"
"a bad un, Sir" said a policeman
who had been watching his little
scheme. "a regular bad un." He
winked in the direction of the retreatine
woman.
| But Bond was already out of earshot
hurrying after her in obedience to ar
irresistible impulse to offer her all hi
had, yearning to tell his love, and &C
quire the right to protect her. Though
Ms ideal was little more than a mem
ory, the woman remained and, in hi
eyes, she was still beautiful. With he
by his side, he cared not what the worlC
said. Never had his love been stronge
than it was at this moment.
But though he dived down one OBJ
, scure street after another, he could no
. find her. And at length, murmurinI
, to himself, "Ah, yes, her smile was yer,
sweet" he warily dragged himself bacl
to his lodgings.
, Once again, and for the last time, h
saw her. TWAS on the following after
: noon. He was sitting at the open win
: dow, absently caressing the cat upol
: his lap, when she happened to pass b
/ on the opposite side of the street. Look
= ing up at the window, she suddenl
stopped and stared. Before he had re
covered from his surprise she stretches
! out her arms and cried:
, "Oh, my pussie! Nell, Nell, won
{ you come to meP"
| The cat sprang through the windoN
, and crossed the street in less time tina
. it takes TO write the words. Their
? could scarcely be a doubt about tn
ownership. The animal, with archie
( back and Strengthened tail, was delight
eddy rubbing itself against her shabb
dress, and she was bending down tall
ing to it as If it were her child.
: Bond was not slow to grasp the situs
4 ton. He rose hastily to explain th
o circumstances under which he ha
5 bought the cat from lad whom he ha
i believed to be the rightful owner II
/ was trembling in every limb, for ha
4 not his opportunity come at last, g
: some one has said it always will com
i to the man who waitsp Blunderin
I down the stairs he whispered to hin
4 self: Even the cat loves her and sh
I loves it. l knew she was good an
5 pure and lovely"
II must apologize, he began, az
$ vancing awkwardly. "Miss- Miss"
n MRS. Travers," she said, rather def
e antly.
t "Mrs!" he gasped, staggering bacl
t Then she was married woman! TIL