The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-04-27
TWO TRAGEDIES.
AS Told by the Revolver and the Ring
in a Pawn brokers Showcase.

AS Told by the Revolver and the Ring
in Pawn brokers Showcase.
From the Chicago Times.
"Heighop' yawned the Revolver in the
showcase of the pawnbroker as the sun
came glinting through the dingy panes;
''here's another day to be lived through.
How monotonous this is after that advent.
urous youth OF mine"
81 suppose you think you're the only one
here that gets tired of hfe,n put in the
Ring, but l assure you I get exceedingly
weary of it myself. After such romance
q, it is unspeakable!"
Yes, when l think back to that last
great tragedy-the one that landed me in
this desolste prison. feel a sort Of bitter
sweet joy. Have l ever told you the
storyr
Never"
"Wen, 1t is really touching. this story
There was a man, my master, and the CIR
who had stolen hls heart. She regretted
very much that he should have thought her
capable of such a theft and declined 60 give
him any equivalent. In fact, she refused
him. | shall never forget that day. My
master came in flercely and flung himself
into chair.
$50, he muttered. this is the end of the
chapter! No, not yet the end. l do not
care TO read life's ltany any further
Without her it Is all q dreary uselessness. l
will go out of it.
He took me up and handled me ten
derby.
Perhaps he went on. when she learns
how Ihave gone away she will realize how
much loved her.
Then he put me in his pocket and went
out into a desolate part of the town And
then-oh. l shudder in thinking Of it,"
Poor fellow" sighed the Ring, you
l,Nh ,,r, -
and powder-scarred face. with red cash in
the temple, and blood flowing from ia
horrible sight. No wonder you shudderr'
mo, that was not it. He put me to his
foreheads and, while rested against it for a
few moments, | read his thoughts, that
went like this:
Him, that steel's beastly cold Well,
what does it matterl-Pll be cold soon my
self. That things not so easy, after all
Wonder if-by Jove, I'll live. just to
spite her. I'll forget her and think of the
Others
And then he slipped me into his pocket,
walked straight TO this pawnshop, and left
me here. have never seen him since But
what indignity to heap upon me! Is that
not tragedyw
"Yes." said the Ring, sit is. 1t makes
me think of my story which have never
have I2-no, never told you. There was
also man and maid. / belonged to the
lateral least, she wore me for his sake in
token of engagement. She was fair and
arlstocratic. He was an artist, therefore
poor. One day she met a silver king from
the west. He had wealth galore, and he
laid it at my mistress feet, throwing in his
heart as side dish. She hummed the
Look at This and Look at Thatp from the
Chimes of Normandy ond after the
pictures of life In Il spic and span brown
stone house had contraSted awhile with the
dream of love in a garnet with an impecu-
NOUS artist. she brushed the cobwebs of sen-
timent from her brain and decided for the
silver king. A pathetic letter was written,
| was wrapped up carefully and returned to
her discarded fiance. And when he opened
the box and saw me-ah, shall l ever for
get that faces Why does 1t haunt me a.
ways-and the things that followed, why
can not forgetr
The Revolver glistened alphabetically
and dropped rusty tear.
"Ah, ! know; he was brave, this artist he
went out and killed himself and put the
ring upon his heart as he died. 1t was SO,
was it notp
HE looked at me awhile" went on the
Ring, dreamily, as if there had been no in
terruption, land then that look came into
his face. Great Rubensp he said, but that
comes at lucky time Dead broke; and
this means a weeks board if pawn it, And
then he brought me here"
And they both silently sorrowed over the
tragedies Of life until the sun rays went
away and darkness and dreams came upon
the pawn shop.