Evening journal., 1892-08-22


Now re gwine TO glib you a'conundrum,
Plato"
Plato let go Volante's tail, which he
eas combing, and pricked up his ears.
"What does a young lady do when
she don't want TO marry her fust hus-
bandy
"Marries her second" guessed Plato
cheerfully
"Plato! rze ashamed of you. Dat
would be bigamy."
The crestfallen groom gave It up.
"You glib it upw says the propounder.
"Well, she says to her coaohman, it's
berry mysterious dat de coachman's name
is Plato. She says to him, Platow
"What?" interjected the other.
"Neber interrumpde speaker chided
/ Voltaire. "She says, Plato, you know
my mare Says he, Your mare Vol
anty missy Says she-it's mysterious,
but Yolanty is her name Now, Plato,
you Jess poot anudder oat in her man
/ ger an groom her slick as a hot grid
die. and see de girts and de bride is
right And SAYS she. plato. don't you
complex your mind wedder de answer
to dat conundrum amt suthin about
runnin away. But jess you wait till de
sebben seal is opened"
Here the namesake Of him of Ferney
gave a wise binocular wink.
The other philosophers namesake also
eclipsed his whites with a binocular
wink. He OWNED where his sire had
been travelling in the past thirty-six
hours. He had nodded through the
watches of last night 10 let the senior in
undiscovered. He knew of the inter-
view with old Sam Galsworthy and
Hendrecus Canady an hour before sun
rise. He comprehended enough of the
plot to enjoy it as magnificent conun-
drum which he could guess at all day,
sure that the seven seals of mystery
would be opened by and by.
Voltaire limped back to the house and
his pantry. His butler countenance fell
as he contemplated the empty bottles Of
Yesterdays banquet. He could almost
have wept them full if he had known
any chemistry to change salt tears to
wine.
''How these redcoats drink" be NUT
tered "Our cellar wont last many
more such campaigns. / must get up
some fresh wine for today, and little
brandy to deteriorate Major Kerr" =
Lucy, leaving Noltaire in the pantry,
as was described, ran up stairs and
faced her wedding dress without finch
ing. 1t is not generally sight to blanch
the cheeks Of a young lady. Indeed,
one may fancy that rose finer than
roses might bud in the heart, and bloom
from neck to forehead, when a bride
; first beheld the lily white drapery Of hel
hour of immolation.
Lucy neither blanched nor blushed.
, "Be bravei be prudent" the warning
! Of her unseen protector was ringing il
!, her ears. She saw it. inscribed on ,
: label and hanging from the lips Of he
= vision of his face. The brave do no
blanch. The prudent do not blush. s.
Z she quietly joined the busy circle, tool
= a needle and stabbed the wedding dres
: without mercy.
Z II was a monstrous relief thus to xii
= time. She did herself, for the hour
her "quietus make with bare bodl1in,
= and the other weapons of a modiste.
Stitch, stitch. stitch Seam and gusset an'
bandl
! "Ah" she thought, "what q blessing
is this distraction of laborl have shel
: my tears. If l were to sit inactive
y might brood myself into despair. If
were to think over my wrong l Nigh
flame out too soon. If look at m,
y mother / begin to dread her again.
e know she could master me still.
= my GOdl sustain me through these las
hours of my peril / never knew hoH
great It was until now. l foresaw
y misery, but the degradation Of givin
" myself up to this man never eve
dreamed of. / am ashamed, ashame
y to recall that there have been instant
- when / tolerated him, when / though
~ that he was not so very gross an
', coarse. pray God that the sacrednes
j. of my soul is not spoiled"
y, A great agony stirred in her maideul
% bosom at this thought. She bent close
q 10 her work. She knew that he
mothers eyes were upon her ST.
~ heard, without marking, the tattle {
g. the maids
Fly, little needler she said to he
10 self. Measure off this pause in N
u lifel Every stitch is a second. Sixt
- are minute. Minutes make hour
and hours wear out the weary da,
II Evening must come. If / can but I
~ brave and prudent / shall see my fath'
~ and his noble friend and be safe"
- Her needle galloped ct the excitemel
of the thought.
~ Mrs. Brothertoft looked at her an
said 10 her heart with a sheer; "Pre1i
q creaturel she consoles herself it seem
VI Our booty, rubicund bridegroom begii
Y. 10 look quite pale and interesting, see
:" through a bridal veil. The touch
nc white silk cures her scruples easily. A
,i- the blushing bride win be resigned
nc her bliss. Bahl that II should dres
such pretty, silly triherl What a TO
~ was 10 think her different from 9th
-; simpering girls So this is the meaniI
gu of all her coy little wiles and her hea
ie' aches. Headaches She may have
~ Ilany as she pleases now in her pensi
y bower. Ahl 1 comprehend thee no.
al fair hypocritel The slender fingers a
IN impatient for the ring. Fly, little Dir