The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1891-09-04

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/ soothingly that ii sent thrill of rap
/ ,urc down Nick's worthless frame.
/ And she stroked that head. hard as the
neither milestone. so lovingly with her
soft, plump hand that the Machiavel-
Z liam one patted himself on the back all
OF which only hardened him in his sin.
! And when She refrained from asking
any more awkward questions he gloried
/ in his successful villainy. and laid him
self out To kill. And as he looked well,
and talked well. it was not long before
the fair widow lay -metaphorically
speaking, of couTn at her fct tious
cousins feet in an excess of reverence
and devotion She could hardly con
ceive the great change that had taken
place in him since she had seen him
last.
You've developed awfully, Mort, in
the last two years"
Mort, with grim smile, thought
TO himself that the next two hours, per-
haps, would see even a more awful de-
velopment of himself and things in gen.
eral
He put the finishing touch TO his
work just as he wa leaving He would
have been content with a hand-shake
by way Of adieu, but poor Belle, with
a charming pout and IA most provoca-
tive raising of her blossom of mouth.
delivered herself into the hands of the
enemy by pathctically remarking:
You're very mean. Mort; you haven't
kissed me once yet" Nick quailed;
even he was touched by this absolute
trust He felt almost inclined TO blurt
out the whole truth and then run for
his life, but that sunny. inviting smile
would have melted an iceberg; at all
events, il melted his scruples, and the
caitiff glueo his lips 10 hers in a most
uncousinly way-that is, If cousins kiss
as cousins should. The idea that some
thing was wrong flashed for an incon-
ceivable moment across her mind, but
flashed away as quickly, and after Civ
ing him copious but more than needless
instructions as To his way home babe
him TO lunch next day.
Nick walked TO his lodgings in
hardly enviable state of mind.
I've made an Internal brute of my.
self-perhaps worse. But | really
couldn't help it, she's such "a dainty
little thing. Why, hang it, I'm over
head and ears in love with her already.
She'll never forgive me that kiss,
though. What on earth must do?
can't deprive the poor little woman of
her newly-acquired cousin without any
explanation. leigh, no. / must make
a clean breast of it tomorrow.
With which virtuous resolution he
turned in. But alack a day! Nick was
bold, bad man, and at heart quite unre
generate; so next day, instead of plead
ing guilty and throwing himself on the
mercy OF the court, as he should have
done, he lapsed into error and marched
into my lady's bower with cousinly
swagger, which abated the moment he
saw the inmate, for there was an ON
nous glitter in that little woman's eye
that gave him gooseflesh. The game
was up, he saw at once.
Good day, sir" said Nemesis in a
morning gown. Kindly explain this
TO me-" And She handed him a tele-
gram:
Mrs. BRATHwAITE Sorry couldn't come
Mother Ill. Coming next week,
MORT WHITAKER"
Not that Nick read all this He felt
so ashamed of his ignominious position
that the letters swan before his eyes
All he could see was cruel finger
and a contemptuous eye directed
toward the door, which enunciated
"begoner' more pointcdly than any
words could do. Nick's first impulse
was that of headlong flight. Then his
forensic instincts came back TO him
for he was rising young lawyer-and
he resolved TO make speech for the
defense SO he came 10 grips with
Mrs Brathwaite without more ado
My dear Mrs. -er-er-er-BlauL"
this in the most dryly comical way
that made the widow, even in her
anger, bite her lips 10 prevent IA smile.
and won a hearing for Nick. My
dear Mrs Blank, | will offer no ex-
cuse for my abominable conduct and
extraordinary tissue of lies, though
have one which ought 70 plead power
fully in my behalf" Here he made a
motion as though TOT point out his
client. and gestured at those silent
jurymcn-not more wooden than many
live onesLthc chairs. "rhat excuse,
madam, p il Your own, face. Yes,
madam'--and he grew .aptly ALTER
ative-Tyo,tr face was my fall and will
ever be my fate. Soto yoee--"S Sounds
'like'a line Of poetry, and ought To fetch
her" Asos fact. sft did seem to be
softening somewhat, Then our Choate
in embryo went on just picking himself
up in time from starting his peroration
with "Gentlemen of the jury" |
Madam, speaking frankly, regret to |
have TO state that | am. not one bit /