The evening world., 1888-04-13
FRANK LeWlsoN's REVENGE.

| To the Editor Of ne EuentHQ World !
Having seen that SO many little girls have been
fortunate enough to have their stories published, !
would 0D be very very much NJ DnnP pleased ss,,oD. II sy ySq NM 'n,n ana my 1Ts !
me TO make a second. / am thirteen years old
and pupil OF c'a.s A, Grammar School NO, 81
is East Nlnety-fourth street.
In the midst of the little village of Rose
dale is situated n quaint. pretty farmhouse.
upon the sides of which the ivy vine creeps.
On this May morning the garden surround
ing it was picturesque in its beauty, and dis
played I'LL the signs of advancing uminer
The chipping of the birds, the trees with
their green foliage, the many colored flowers
ALL helped 10 'beautify the scene; but fore
most of all was the figure of a young girl in
deep and earnest conversation with a young
man, her lover.
The girl, Blanche Revere, was a pro-
nounced brunette. Her rich, black hair fell
in curls over her beautiful shoulders, while
her brilliant eyes formed such q contrast to
her face as ebony to snow. and n flowing
white robe adorned her shapely figure. The
face of her lover. Raymond st. Clair, showed
the happiness which he felt, for those two
had been discussing their future, rs they
were now on the brink of that eventful
period of life-marriage.
lney were 10 meet NJ the uepoJ .tnat e!en-
ing in order to go to a neighboring village
to be married. AS they parted. after many
iniunctions, Raymond called after her:
" Remember. at s."
As he gazed with tender looks after the
beautiful form of the girl, another pair of
eyes-such %revengeful eyes-watched her re-
treating form, and the words, Not if | can
help it," were borne Oh the wind. Frank
Lewiston, who had more than once sought
the hand of Blanche, had come that night to
auuIn inland hiG nnrSa nrH IN hIC g1rnrIGa and
anger found another already in possession.
With fierce countenance he gaZed on him
and saw him to be Raymond 81. .Clair-his
rival not only in love: but also in business
the man who had always summed Frank
Lewison. But no wonder; the one up
right, noble and honorable, the other deceit
full, base and treacherous.
And now that man had won what he had so
long craved for His first thought-revenge!
Yes, revenge he must have, even if he dis
grace the girl he SO shortly loved.
He listened to each word uttered, and a
thought occurred to him. After his rivals
departure he hastened to the nearest tele-
graph Office and sent the following message
to Raymond st. Clair:
DEAR RAYMOND: Unforeseen circumstances will
prevent me meeting you tonight. Can Tomorrow
morning and 1 will explain all. Your loving
Poor, unsuspecting Blanche! Punctually
at 8 she was at the depot. but even before her
was another, who, in q long ulster and with
cap Drawn over his face, greeted her with
loving smile and tender look.
Once in the car they chatted and laughed
and discussed the bright future, and Blanche,
in her happiness, did not dare look In her
lovers face. The next station was reached.
Three men in police uniform entered the
car. Strange to say. Blanche did not notice
the frightened look which spread over the
face of the man beside her, nor the start he
could 10 help giving on perceiving the
officers. Indeed, she heard nothing until one
of the officers came up and said in q loud
tone:
"Frank Lewiston, / arrest you on q charge
of theft, forgery and abduction"
She heard no more, for she sank in q deep
swoon.
When she once more regained conscious
ness she found herself in the arms of one of
the officers, whom she recognized to be-her
Raymond.
Bewildered she gazed around her and asked
what had happened.
My love" he answered, you know not
the danger you have escaped"
He then explained to her the plot of Frank
her lover and had sent the despatch to Ray
mond, but which. luckily, did not effect its
purpose, for calling at the telegraph Office
| later in the day the manager accidentally re-
marked the fact of Mr., LIS having sent him
a despatch. thus unconsciously overthrowing
the plot of the rejected lover.
When he had finished relating the lover
| asked But, Blanche, how was 1t that you
| thought he was really II" And with a pretty
blush which made her look even more beau
| tiful than before, she answered:
-! only proves the old saying that Love