Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-07-23

went my way, ana We never mot again. Ine
thing ID as ancient - sun myth. heard
shortly atterwsrd Of her engagement to
some other fellow, whose very name do
this moment am In perfect ignorance.
walked the earth raging ctnic; my con-
tribntions. TO periodicals began to take an
edge that editors liked; wrote like q
6end, half-starving - was in my fourth
floor room overlooking the artistic chimney
pots of Islington. That was the beginning
of my success as journalist. recon-
mend every aspirant to journalism to get
engaged and Tilted. It is most inspiring. "
IL am very sorry for YOU" said Wilfred,
simply. A suspicion had flashed upon his
mind, generated BY the union of two con
fdenoes, and the longer he thought about 1t,
the more probable it seemed to him that the
double communication, each giving only a
portion of the truth, when put together
made the whole.
"But is 1t on this account that you have
never married?" asked Wilfred.
'T think it is My ideal of woman re-
ceived so rude shock; and then Ihave seen
too much of the inside of domestic life. 1
would rather be in nv grave than falsely
married. My solitude at least is mega
tive evil; but an enforced companionship-
Donner und blitz! no thank you"
and stand here as she stood then, perhaps
your opinion would change"
81 am q fool, he said, "but not twice
foolp'
Then after long pause, he went on to
describe his first meeting with her, point
ing out the roofs of Warrington Court,
where it had taken place. Her father had
sold the place to Mr.. Horsford, Joseph's
present host.
Joseph Parkes struggled up. "Come,
come, it's time to 60 home. They dine at
to eight"
'ePlenty of time, then. to come around
and see our Cottage Club" said Wiltred,
cts worth a visit"
The suggestion was adopted, though
Joseph Parkes hoped there were not lot
of literary people there; he was tired Of the
jarQon, confound it!
1t was place for those who pine for rest
and silence, yet who desire occasional op-
portunity for informal social pleasures
Some years ago group of artists had taken
the cottage, engaging clever and benevo-
lent relative Of one of the members-Mrs
Haverley-as housekeeper or hostess
'Good heavensP the man of letters ex-
claimed. 'Look at that library and those
old world vistas of garden beyond! What
place to rest or work, or idle or make love
inr'
''Nobody here need be sociable unless he
pleases," Wilfred explained; "the rooms
are all divided by movable canvas screen,
SO that each room is study as we'll as
bedroom, and there is no such thing as in
terruption known in this house. A man
may be hermit all the morning and don
the cap and bells in the evening if it so
pleases him. 1t is the first taste of real
liberty have ever had in my life.
A young fellow in a loose coat, carrying
a canvas in his hand and brushes in his
mouth, passed through the library.
He gave friendly nod and removed the
brushes.
"Just going to finish my sketch of the
mill pond" he said. 'tBy the way, Will
fred, it has been arranged that we shall all
come over here tonight after dinner-the
have unanimously invited our
party-we are to have repast of fruit and
wines and lemonade and claret cup-Mrs
has said it-and frolic most
iocund. You will bring your friend"
Tom Whitingham added, with bow to JOS
eph Parkes.
1t was explained that the latter was stay
ing at Warrington Court till tomorrow,
when inexorable affairs called him to town.
GAS Madame de Verneville is to be of
he party we are certain to have some dane
ng-it is really an experience to see her
lance-and how infectious it is-Mr.
Parkes must come and join the revels."
Joseph executed an elephantine pas de
leux, and the young artist went away
aughing
"Well, what do you think of it?" in
1uired Wilfred. "Wouldn't this console
you almost as we'll as woman's love?"
"Better, my dear fellow, better" said |
Joseph; "bury me here, 1 beseech you. In |
life am banished, in death let me dwell |
,mong you"
'But your grave would make us sad"
s'Not so; you would say: Here lies one |
Tho knew not how to live, therefore he |
lies. The roses grow the better for him |
or me there is no such rest-business calls ]
ne away; there is no help tor it. If my |
,ere tomorrow, could not stay. Business |
8 business. My grave shall some day re-
mind you of the desert outside your gates.
Now must 60. am q pelican in the will
lerness, q sparrow on the housetop; I must
70 back to dress for dinner. Consider the |
humiliation.
He turned and hastened away in evidently
mood.
"Poor Joseph! Behind thin veil of
ynicism what big, kind, sad heart is beat
ng forlorn" thought Wilfred, watching
he sinking of the sun, and all the pomp
nd circumstance of his heavenly burial
he inmates of Oldham House strolled over
n small detachments to the Cottage Club
fter dinner. Wilfred was the last to 20,
nd he went alone. As he came near to the
ottage his ear caught faint sounds of
,usic. Someone was playing q rolIicking
eel tune that went to the brain like strong
'ine, while under the trees company Of
antastic-looking beings were dancing In J