The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1889-11-01

As he spoke Henri Wintergreen's eyes
we're ablaze with anger.
Although but poor bricklayer, he had
loved Gertrude Frances Pedigree as intense
ly as though he had drawn great salary in
large wholesale house.
His love was reciprocated.
The beautiful girl admired his manly
form, his generous disposition and strict
integrity.
She had consented t. marry him if her
father made no kick, and Henri had bravely
asked the parent fer mis- blessing, but the
wealthy banker haughtily replied that his
daughter should never marry bricklayer
so long as the court knew herself, and the
respondent lover could only say few sad
wordsof farewell to the beautiful girl and
depart forever.
The words were soon spoken, and Henri
went away into the darkness, while the
heart-broken girl fled to her own room,
threw herself upon the couch and wept with
bitterness which the author hopes, gentle
reader, you may never know.
This is indeed a bleak, barren world.
Sandystown, the important commercial
city in which our story opened, was rivaled
by Squawkersville, seven miles distant
two places, which grew into q positive
hatred as the years rolled on.
When the Great Western Syndicate
erected two-story hotel at Sandystown,
the Phoenix Occidental Syndicate erected a
three story hotel at Squawkersville. The
newspapers of the two trade centers were
continually quarreling in most disreputa
BILE way, and violence frequently occurred
One morning four years after the events
narrated in the previous chapter, Mr.
Pedigree, the banker, was striding to anG
fro in his Office very excitedly. His brow
wore an ominous frown, while his eyes hao
in them the light of fury. As he walked he
spoke angriy to a tall, handsome man who
stood quietly by, in the following strain:
''There's no use talking, Mr.. Bulletin.
something must be DONE If YOU can't
strengthen the Sandystown nine, the
Squawkersville outfit Will wipe us clean
out of the field. They've won four straight
games already, and to-day's game is the
last of the series"
81 have told you," replied Mr. Bulletin,
who was manager Of the baseball club,
''that have signed phenomenal pitcher
from the East, and he's liable to be here at
any moment. Until he comes, must keep
Jimalong in the box. Will you be at the
grounds this afternoonl"
"Yes, and want to see at least one game
captured from the general rum. l haven't
invested all my earthly possessions in this
club for fun"
The manager departed, and few mo-
ments later tall, swarthy young man
entered the bankers Office, AMI was coolly
received.
SMr. Pedigree" said the newcomer,
"when l signed as pitcher for your club,
you promised me the hand of your daughter,
Miss Gertrude"
''Oh, did, eh!" replied the banker, with
whitening sarcasm; land prithee, what
have you done to have such a rewardl The
SquawkersvIlle pitcher has walked all
around you and made the whole town dizzy.
I'd rather see my daughter marry one.
eyed servant than to tie up with a pitcher
who can't hit a church."
"Well, you promised her for my bride,
and forsooth, if you don't keep your WORD
I'm going to sail into you and pound about
three bales of hay out of you.'
s'What, knave! You threaten"
'That's what 1 do"
For a moment the men glared at each
other, but the banker finally grew nervous.
and in voice that faltered somewhat, said:
"Mr. Jimalong, let US be calm and dispas,
stoned You will be in the box again to-day |