Arizona republican., 1892-01-03

nest struggles, managed to free himself from her long, thin arms, and looked up into her face, so high above him, with pleasure surely, but without trace of loverlike ardor
 On closer inspection it proved to be such funny, rosy, childish face that it was impossible to look at it without laughing. Etta seemed to find it so for, smiling happily, she escorted him back to the house, her long arm linked in his short one, almost lifting him from the ground at every step, and presently we heard the low monotone of their voices in the kitchen below.
 Not the least queer thing about this Queerest of queer men was yellow shock of hair, plastered down in care fully arranged scallops all around his chubby face. Isuppose it never occurred to him that the back of his head was ever seen, for there the hair stood straight out in bristly points.
 Soon Etta appeared, and blushing and hesitating, said, My cousin haf comed from Christiana,"
 That was all, but my theory was proved, and made use of that timeworn and aggravating phrase, What did l tell you?"
 Days came and went, and so did the little Norwegian, but nothing was said of an approaching marriage Parcels poured in upon us, and Etta sewed stead fly on. Each afternoon Auguste i've learned his name) appeared, apparently propelled by the regular motion of the big cane, Somehow he always seemed like piece of machinery, for his appear ance never changed-always the snuff colored suit, the little hat and the but tonhole bouquet; and he seemed to go and come mechanically, enveloped in a cloud of smoke puffed from the big cigar
 Etta owned one thing strangely out of keeping with her other possessions. It was a large gold watch, attached to an old fashioned chain, from which dangled two or three odd, foreign looking charms of fine workmanship. She was very fond of it, as it had belonged to her mother, and wore it always, till at last it seemed almost part of herself Seeing her without 1t one day, exclaimed imme- diately, as I thought she must have lost 1t.
 She waited moment before replying and then said slowly, Il haf lend 1t to my cousin"
 She then told me that Auguste was barber by trade, and had come to Amer ica with money she had sent him for the trip.
 After the disappearance of the watch Auguste came less frequently, and as time went on seldom appeared oftener than once a week. There was no more sewing, and Etta began to look more as of old. Little by little the happy light faded from her face, and the gray eyes became sadder by contrast, perhaps, than before.
 A time came when weeks passed with out a sign of the little Norwegian, but one day a letter arrived for Etta in the same crooked writing. Some time later in the day, going into the kitchen, found Etta leaning on the table, the let ter crumpled in her clinched hands and her face buried in her arms.
 touched her gently on the shoulder, but got no other response than the low, stuffed sobs which shook the poor, thin body from head to foot. At last she raised her sorrow stricken face, and lift ing her eyes to mine said slowly, with her lisping accent, Il haf to go way; l haf sorrow, great sorrow."
 She would tell but little of her story. She was to have married her cousin in a few weeks time, but he had tired of her, and that day a letter had come from him, first begging her to forgive him and then telling her that he had sold her treasured watch, and by the time she got that letter would have sailed on vessel bound for Norway.
 Shall you, too, go home?' I said.
 Slowly and sadly came the answer, "No," and felt that with the utterance of that little word she gave up all hope, and renounced forever all thought of the happiness she had been picturing for herself the last few months, as she sat sewing steadily, only pausing now and then, with q little flush in her pale checks, to softly steal hand into her pocket and touch the letters she always carried there.
 Next morning Etta could not be found. In corner of her room stood little hair trunk labeled with a Norwegian address and filled with the garments so recently finished. It was corded up and sent to Christians; it may have reached it's destination or it may not, it's fate is as uncertain as Etta's own. The poor woman, tired, disappointed and hope less, had vanished that night, taking with her little else than her sad, sad thoughts.
 l often picture her with her stooping shoulders and pallid, tear stained face, every vestige of love and hope gone out, wandering away into the night and gaz- ing up at the stars, so serene and far away, as she murmurs, "Forsaken, for Ig ~ ,,, D,.tz., IIo..1l