Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1886-11-25

upon the ground and waved my bare feet
in the air. l thought that would attract
her attention. When l arose-she was
gone. 90, cruel Fate" | sat down and
buried my face in my hands. A sickening
thought was mine. 'Shes for-for-forgot
ten mel This is the end of her boosted
loyew 1 sobbed. 1t was too much.
could not bear it for while. But | grew
calm at last. 1t was the calmness of de-
spair. felt my love turning to hate. |
stretched forth my arm toward the brewers
house and said
II will forget thee tickle maid l will
seek thee once, and tell thee that thou hast
broken this loving. faithful heart; and
some day, when We know that / am lying
cold and bloody and dead upon the CORY
field of battle, you will weep for me, but it
will be too-Je-upiter r'
Louisa had appeared again. She looked
at me, and pointed to the backyard and
beckoned. l understood. Lewis Wetzel,
pursued by a score of noble red men who
longed to possess his flowing hair, could
not have run faster than | did. ran
straight to the backyard fence. Louisa
was perched on the top Of it. She leaped
down into my outstretched arms and we
tumbled to the ground together. l skinned
my knee, she barked her elbow. But we
braeed, and then
Like Judas of old,
Betrayed our own hearts with kiss.
I was first to speak. "Oh, Lou My
heart is busted p' "So's mine" she said
Happy moment Romance was ours II
tell you" exclaimed my love, that is real
mean. l won't stand it!
" Nor me" said l. Lou. let's run off.
I've been readin story bout boy that
run off. He was the Probable Son. and
when he came back his father killed the
only calf he had, and they had pie, dough-
nuts and -"
q You been readin' stories !" whimpered
Louisa. q couldn't read stories while you
was gone. But mas cookin' lots of nice
things. To-day's Thanksgivin
"0hr' 1 said. 81 didn't forgot. Let's
not run off till tomorrow.
= You think more of the goodies than
you do of me-" said Louisa, and she began
to cry.
"0h, don't boo-hoo," 1 said, contemptu-
ously. Il think more of you, OF course.
Let's run off now, then"
"AlI right" she replied, and added
" They'll cook more beautifuller things for
US when we come back"
We joined hands and ran away-away
from thralldom, away across the lot-and
halted, breathless, at the foot of tall and
graceful blue-gum tree. There we discussed
our plans for the future. But was hun
cry. So said q" Look here, Lou, we must
have sumthin' to eat. We can't live on
love, you know. l heard pa tell that to Mr.
Eastgood when he wanted TO marry Lyd-
dia and l know it's so, cause pa don't lie,
very often. You go back and get sumthin',
and I'll go and get sumthin' and pas big
pistol. You can bring your cat, if you
want to-"
Louisa agreed and we separated. 1 got
my marbles, the pistol, loaf of ginger
bread, a cake, and the big turkey my
mother had roasted for Thanksgiving din
ner. Dinner was very nearly ready, and l
had no difficulty in slipping out with my
purloined provisions, as the household was
engrossed in the dining-room. l was
tempted to stay, but l thought of Louisa
and the Prodigal Son, and hurried away.
Louisa was waiting me. She had brought
bottle of beer, a can of doughnuts, and
piece of cold chicken. She also brought
her cat, and long section of Bologna
sausage.
ooh, Lou r' cried, 'let's eat.''
Il don't care" she replied, and we
turned our backs to the house and our at
tention to the reDast. We tied the cat to
the tree so that it could reach the sausage,
and sat down.
Happy couple Hour of bliss How
shall | remember it? With tears? No.
With laughter? No. With both? Yes.
We had made away with the chicken,
the gingerbread and the cake, and had
mutilated the turkey in horrible manner,
and were, oh. so happy, when l suddenly
rose up. | did not rise up like giant re-
freshed. 1t was not because was satisfied.
Not because | wanted 10 hasten away to
foreign lands with Louisa Alas, no. 1t
was because | was in the hands of my
worst enemy, the brewer, and he had my
neck in his grasp. Slowly and deliberately
he turned me around, seized the bologna
sausage, and proceeded to fog me heartily
screamed. Louisa screamed. The cat
screamed. But the best made screams of
cats and men and Dutch girls gang aft
aglee," and it was all in vain. When the
sausage was no more Hartmann let me go.
"Derel" he growled, 81 told you so
Now, goi"
l went hastily. I paused not to gather
up my stolen property. l heard Louisa
performing shortly afterwards, and sighed
bitterly.
"Such is love, and such is life Alas,
tired heart, alas !" When 1 went home,
which L did not do till night, found that
Hartmann had been there and explained
everything to my father. Again l per-
formed for the amusement of an enraged
parent But the spell was broken. Louisa
and 1 moped awhile, but recovered, and
ceased to love. Our passion was too in
tense for comfort, and we drifted apart.
That was many years ago. 1 often Won
der whether Louisa ever married, or does
she remember that eventful Thanksgiving
Day. A. V. HOFFMAN.