The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1889-07-17

~ ''N' tllO lobICls @o thOJ
were newly. established lawyers in a
country town.
Both were fresh from college, full OF
opinion, confident Of success, and expect
ing to step by some happy chance out OF
this seven-by- seven room, with its dozen
or so Of law books, to the topmost round
of fame's ladder in full command of all
they could behold from that supreme at
titude. And this, too, in village where
the people were SO peaceablo they dN
not even lock their doors o. nights.
One Of these young men, by name AL
exander Bristol, was ruddy and sanguine,
and the other, II. Hamilton Warren,
whose signature, written in style OF
bold haste made fine, legal-looking
scrawl, was dark, saturnine, cynical.
"Ham, have you noticed that little
schoolma'am pass here every morning"
said Bristol, who felt laxative. ''She
looks mournful. Must be a widow"
II dislike chool-teachers on general
principles" grumbled Warren. "They
are so incisive, decisive-so given to
methods, theories, rules and regula.
TONS"
"But am sure she isn't She's as soft
Us dove. Her suasion must be eye
suasion, for she has two of the loveliest
orbs that ever gave o shy look into our
window"
yesterday it was the milliner's ap-
prentice; day before the bankers daugh-
ter; day before that the EDITORS cousin"
said Warren, counting them off on his
fingers as they were named.
But this widow Hominy, or Romany-
never quite caught the name-eclipses
the whole Of Them"
mo doubt-sfnce she is the last. Asst
me, have never even seen her."
81 can give you q description SO yor
could not mistake her: Tall, pale rather
than fair-or, l should say, has pallor
rather than fairness"
Warren laughed aloud.
"Your amendment is decidedly poetic,
Bristol. Go on-has pallor rather thar
fairness"
eyes wide apart, and gray-and you
know, Warren, il there is one point be-
lieve more than another necessary tt
loneliness in woman it is width between
tho eyes. No danger of stubbornnes
then"
eyes wide apart and gray"
Hair black think, but won't be sure
it may be yellow"
Fine combination, gray eyes and vel.
low hair"
and style as il she were made o
feathers. lay great stress on the walk
A woman shouldn't clatter and stride
She should be rubber tired, shod with 81
lence."
"Well,I suppose she has passed for TO
day." glancing at the clock, but next tim
you see her coming, just let me know"
Mrs. Bouamy had been born in thi
little town, had been orphaned in he
early girlhood, adopted by an uncle ii
the far West, married there before she wa
eighteen, and had been left widow unde
mysterious circumstances year later.
The particulars Of her islands dealt
were not fully known here. He ha
either been drowned in fording river, o
buried in snow-slide, or fallen down
shaft; each of these essen italy Wester
methods had been rumored, if not con
fymed. And when Mrs. Bonamy re
turned to her early home to find some
thing by which to maintain herself peo
pie refrained from too many q uestion
out of sympathy for her widows weeds.
She became teacher, showed an apt
itude for it, and was now entering upo
her second year of work.
Bristol, who had made quite feelin
impression upon the femininity c
Breezeland, had been for some tim
DESTROYS of making Mrs. Bonamy's &C
quaintance.
But up to the period of this converse
ton he had not secured an introduction
He was much surprised, therefore, whe
few days later, upon entering his offic
after two-hours' absence, he saw til
lady seated in a chair, in earnest CONVEX
sation with his partner. He lifted hi
hat and withdrew to an inner room.
In few minutes, however, he hear
the outer door open aud close again, an
knew she was gone.
"Client number one. Hamw he asked
with considerable curiosity, re-enterin
the main room.
"Y-eSs," replied Warren, musingly.
"Do xell me about it," urged Bristol.
''Thefe's very little to tell. She-she
we'll, she trouble is, Bristol, she said
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