The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1892-03-31

nut uuCn. out
,ne way, now speak another"
you were perfectly right not TO wish
to meet me, for IL is plain to me that
the aery Alfred Is about to become Al
fred the turncoat"
Look here, Julien, would you not
like 70 increase your means?"
what do you p,eanf"
The Drum pays its writers superbly,
and think could get you . lucrative
position there IL you could forget your
past"
$50 that when you had paid me for
my opinion il would Be necessary to
Systematically contradict or profess ad-
niration, a. the chief pleased?
mot exactly. You might mediate
IN it, and rsmsmber that your pardon
was not so easily obtained; in fact, i
am not sure that you are, even now,
all right"
What do you mean. Alfred? l am
no coward, and II do not care to sell
my silence or my speech you could
never intimidate me!''
II am, perhaps, stronger than you are
inclined 10 believe"
Perhaps you are connected with the
police department as q SPY. Oh! you
make me ashamed of your
81 am nothing Of the sort"
"You are, perhaps, Cabinet Minister"
"Pshawr" answered he, Is he passed
On. But You had better beware,
Julien, for 1 am journalist"
18th February, 1870.
The Princess called to-day. What an
enigma she II. Pale and nervous, she
was rs cold - Ice, and did not dare
question her. What can preoccupy
her? I can imagine nothing. How
hard It In TO feel powerless to console
her whom I love! was nos mistaken,
her brow was cloudsd; and I think
that can never be anything TO her. !
hardly know whether she believes In
that love, that tenderness which makes
me live now, but which viii surely kill
me.
goth February, 1876.
Why did she come the other day? j
cannot hope, now. to see her to-day. i
am no longer myself, and feel as il
were becoming mad. Her last CONFER
sation has upset me and cannot sleep,
although l am Of her opinion that one
cannot live without a belief. Love is
my creed, Princess, and II Is divine, for
my feeling for you is no longer merely
human. So pure sentiment is my re-
ligion, and Is not love the strongest
manifestation Of the deity, seeing that
death cannot destroy It?
For the pleasure of wearing her yoke
have been 10 church. Two marriages
were In progress-one at the great altar
with heaps of flowers. golden braided
beadles, music and incense; the
other In . little side chapel, no
luxury, muttered prayers, no flow
ers, no incense. / cannot help
thinking of those married couples, and
can imagine the latter overlooking
with radiant Joy at the elimination of
the hope Of their lives; while the others
gaze on each other with mistrust,
studying each other, fearing each other,
perhaps, for these high-born danes
cannot understand In moment the
serious side Of life. so carefully hidden
from them up to that moment Wom-
An, happily, grasps the situation
quickly, but, alas, for the young hus-
band who has been unabls to touch the
heart;-others will do 30.
How / should like to know II the
Princess What strange
woman Is Suzanne! How dare l write
Suzanne? Pkhaw! No one will read
this, and can arrogate to myself the
Fictitious pleasure of thinking I have
the right to call her Suzannel
It'll March, 1876.
Zanette is fretful on account Of her
teeth Can do nothing. Rose has had
cold for several days, and her bad
temper has grown worse. II only the
Princess had called.
sth March, 1876.
Bought Figaro and found in Il q
question addressed to its readers with
request to send the replies, the best
to be published. The question was
this:
what awakening is preferabl that
from an agreeable dream or that from
a nightmare
amused myself by writings rhym-
ing answer, which has little chance Of
being published. Why should they
publish the thoughts Of a poor devil
like myself?
18th March, 1876.
Roses jealously is torment to me.
II Is both comic and melancholy. She
raised storm because INDUCED in a
reverie after supper. After looking at
me a short time she reproachfully
cried:
"You are thinking about the Prin-
cess!"
Yes" I replied.
ALIAS! how wretched I ann she
sobbed. She has coughed more and
more during the past few weeks, and
her tears brought on another At Of
worse than any before.
"why do you not take better care of |
yourself, dear Rosep" said I.
~ am not worth II. and when am
dead you will be well rid Of me-"
more free" thought I; but ] hast
ened TO reply: Rose. you must not say
such things; you are tired; 60 and
rest"
"You would not have sent me away |
but now Princess has come |
between us"
Then / heard her mutter something
about that excellent woman: something /
.