Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1888-05-25
A Tale Of Love in Low Life.

I cannot tell the name Of the poet,
and possibly have not quoted cor
rectly. I am shaky in quotation.
When writing original matter, never
read Shakespeare, Milton. or Moore,
for the reason I might imbibe some
thing Of them, and thereby lessen the
force and beauty Of my own matter.
Bridget Maloney was a maiden over
! whose head eighteen summers had
passed. great many years ago. She
was, though you wouldn't dream of il
from her name, a native of the Elmer
aid Isle. The house of Maloney be-
coming too small for her, she left it.
and in due time was domiciIed in New
York.
The MalOneys, proud as they are,
have always recognized the eternal ne
cessities. Bridget was a true Malo-
ney' Food was a necessity. She would
rather have dwelt in Inarblehalls, but
she was a woman. Women have no
votes, consequently, they are not use
fuI to politicians. Being q woman,
she could not get on the police force.
To accomplish her necessity, she went
into a kitchen. Inscrutable are the
DEGREES of fate. Who shall say there
IS not an overruling power2
But she was beautiful. To see her
on a sunday with the house-maid
arrayed in her mistress's best
clothes, was to see a vision OF
beauty equalled by few and excelled by
none. 1t would have been better, per.
haps, had she put on white stockings
with her silk dress; but the unities are
not always observed. Silk dresses and
blue wooden stockings go often togeth.
er. / have seen such incOngruities even
In the theatre.
She had money in 5he savings bank.
She was, therefore, beloved.
Dennis MahOney, policeman on that
beat, loved her at first sight. He made
inquiries concerning her book at the
sayings bank, and that love became
distraction. He laid seige to her heart.
He frequented her kitchen. He ate
cold corn beef with her of the kitchen
table, and manifested his tenderness
In many ways. He took her to balls
where she was observed of all Observ-
ers. He proposed to her-she accept
ed him.
But the course of true love never
did run smooth. This remark is not
mine-I saw it once in a book. But as
it is as good as any can make, I un-
hesitatingly use it. At ball she met
Patsey McGonlgle, and Patsey was.
entranced. Patsey was a porter in
Wholesale pickle warehouse. and was a
han69rn0a Il ell
with her, and-ohl the fckleness of
wOman!- she fell madly in love with
him. He moved upon her at once.
He proposed. She accepted.
Here Is q situation. A girl engaged
to two men. 1t is narrowing, it is
true.
The next night Dennis called, as was
his custom. Bridget was not cruel.
She desired to put him out of his sus-
pense as quickly as possible. On the
same principle we shoot men through
the head. The head is a vital part.
She told him that she had ceased to
love, him and would not marry him.
''DOst love anotherY" demanded
Dennis.
Il do-devotedly-w ildly-madly.
Away. man; I would see thee no
mOrel"
And Dennis left her, grinding his
teeth. As he reached the street the
rain was beating furiOusly, and the
tightening was Illuminating the air. 1t
was a fit night for the swearing OF q
terrible oath, for the formation Of a
fearful purpose.
Dennis MahOney stood in the storm
but he needed it not. Taking of his
coat and vest that he might tear open
his shirt and swear in due form, with
l.
clenched in his hair, with the pitiless
rain beating on his bare breast and
the vivid LIGHTNING Illuminating the
scene, he swOre to be r-r-revenJdl
He kept his oath.
The mex night Dennis MahOnev was
In the familiar kitchen with Bridget.
As nothing had been moved, every
thing was there. There was the range,
the TIN ware, the table, and the sink.
On that table he had eaten-the sight
brought powerful remem brance to his
mind, and he burst into tears. On
that table, alasi he should eat never
mOrel neVermOral
Bridget, " said Dennis, you love
me not--let me at least beyOur friend.
Be my friend
at is well" returned the damsel,
''WhIle I cannot love you so long as
the visage of the McGOnigleis imprint
ed on this heart, I can at least respect
you; AMI I will"
Bridget, your good is ever in my
mind; dream OF you by night and
and think OF you 10y day, or, as I like
to be accurate. dream by day and
think by night, as 1 have a night be at.
Your good is my study. Bridget
your kindling wood is green, and to
start a fire in the range is difficult.
Here Is a liquid which I bought for
you-fOr yOu-that makes it easy.
See you pour a little on the wood
unn tOnch q nlatch to If hnrsns l.