The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-06-07

a hundred times over the hour and the mo-
ment in which the idea had come 70 her OF
presenting herself to that discourteous
man; yet, since now there Is no turning
back.
1T is moral story" she stammered; "a
story where it is shown
"That virtue is its own rewardf" asked
The journalist, laughing, while be began to
make notes in regard to the letters which
he was arranging in an elegant letter die.
'The theme could not be more amusing
And the title, plsasesn
"sThe Last Love-" murmured the I'M
happy girl, in spent voice. Believe,
signor, that have written it with soul
with feeling. There are none OF the usual
descriptions Of things not honest. rs are too
much the fashion nowadays; but you VIII
see that in my story there Is truth from
the first to the last page. and"--
y am perfectly convinced of what you
tell me, dear young lady" said Anderni,
absent mindedly, without noticing tho Wis
IDLE physical sufferings that changed her
pure little face But, you see, yours i
just the sort OF story that does not suit q
newspaper"
Then you take away every hope from
mef" said the girl, swaying. placing In
stinctively her hand upon her heart
For PHYS sake, don't talk In that sem
timental wayI We win see it some ether
time. These young ladiesi All with the
mania 10 write. while SO many hands ara
needed in trades-in woman's work. More
over he could not continue. The
young girl stretched her arms toward
him as if in search OF aid, stsmmered one
word-enly one-the first that we learn -
babies: Mammal And turning quickly. she
fell stiff upon the same divan where, a few
minutes before, she had dreamed Of COM
fort for her poor old woman.
Anderni gave stined cry. and rushed tn
her. The poor girl breathed no more; her
eyes were wide open, glazed, and her bps
contracted.
"Quickf' he shouted, opening the door.
"Quick, a physician All the staff has
tened into the little sanctum, and the
young man with the weary eyes ran 70 the
girl. raising her poor hfeless head upon His
shoulder.
''She Is dead" said Adolph Lewis. after
having felt her pulse AT any rate. I will
run for the doctsr"
''She Is deadfshe Is deadF" they all ex-
claimed, shaking their heads. Only thu
young man with the tired eyes did not
speak, but busted himself with. composing
decently the dress and damp hkir Of An
nina.
Gomez cried Anderni, turning 90 Fable
Leoni. the reporter Of The Crepascoio.
Don't stand there spellbound before tho
girl Take this manuscript and send 10 &c
the composing room. IL would be better
that you should take IL there yourself.
Have it set up at once, with a paragraph
about IL. Tell the facts briefly"
And as Faeio Leoni remained dazed.
looking ne the girl;
Look heref' cried the chief editor, agi-
tated, convuised. This gfl has hronghs
me work OF hers, The Last. Law. and
has died while handing n to mo. Do You
take in the importance Of this farts IL b
solemn, mysterious thipg. We must get
out arabic editipp of tho paper Yoa
can announce the story at once asa rcfncd.
honest thing, destined 70 intsrc@t orr fair
readers-but make hasts-the dcucel All,
here is the physiciani Doctori''
All gathered again around the corpse,
and the word aneurism passed from one
mouth 70 another.
ut is necessary 90 inform the coroner
and the MisericordJa at once, t" said the doc
tor. beginning TO write.
All returned, more or less affected, into
the editorial room 10 prepare the number
which was 20 come out at noon. Only tho
weary eyed young man staid, unobserved,
70 contemplate the dead girl. Obi at last
he recoileoted. The little waxen face that
was before him resembled that OF his only
sister, dead of consumption a year before,
when he had gone on The Crepuscolo aE
fifty lire month.
The brethren OF the Misericordia came,
In midst OF crowd OF idlers who vishecf
TO learn what the facts were But no one
knew, not even poor little old woman Ia
Via Panica, who had heard the three
strokes of the bell Of the charitable COM
pany, and had crossed herself with dsyo-
ton, praying for the peacs Of whoever. ss
that moment, was dying. perhaps alone,
on the street. unkissed. By +.
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