The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1893-06-11

Of her eyes deadened into melancholy.
Her parents became alarmed, fearing a
decline, and as absence is q remedy long
since declared standard they decide5to
send her ON visit to her Aunt Abigail
IN the metropolis.
George heard the tidings with conster.
nation. Was this the end of his chican-
cry? Then he had been deceived. Hero
ines truly had the unpleasant habit Of
fading, but they always married the viii
lain before acquiring it. Must he yield
to remorse, to despair? No; at least he
knew when she was going-at least he
might receive her parting glance. SO he
hied to the station and entered the car
where she sat listless and detected.
"Goodby, Jane" he whispered. "Will
you not write to me? You know how
constant I've been even when it was
hopeless"
Il hate your said the girl, with a sud
den burst Of instructive passion.
And George sped to his room and
butted his head against the wall-but
not too violently, for it was but lath and
plaster, and his landlord was unfeeling-
and vowed that Of all sour things the
sweets of revenge were the sourest.
Thereby he dimly perceived that treach-
cry is boomerang in unskillful hands.
Meanwhile Arthur, having established
recklessness, did not pursue it. He was
energetic in business, and sorrow made
him moro SO, thus requiting him with
pecuniary damages. His employers sent
him to the west, where he was success
full in his mission. This mission then
took him to the metropolis, where he re-
assured its success and made himself IA
nous. Misfortune is asickening dose to
swallow, but once down it may change
depression into exultation and tears into
smiles. al +
But Arthur didn't think SO. 1t is EASY
TO philosophize after tho scar, but not
while the wound is yet raw. Ffe was
very blue when leisure permitted his
thoughts to be absorbed with self and
grew fond Of thrusting his hands deep
In his pockets and modify soliloquizing,
s'It was always so,' probably from a
childish reminiscence of "that dear ga.
zelle."
One wintry afternoon during his stay
in the metropolis, being especially mis-
anthrophic and time dragging with him,
Arthur got into an up town stage, for
its numbering misery seemed common.
surate to his humor. He ensconced him
self in one Of the farther corners, and in
each jolt and bump discovered simili-
tude to the course of his existence. Pas
dor, orfst.u 70 mn or,1 want I,,,4 ~ boo5o5
them not. They went more than they
came, until he was alone, alone with the
straw, and the rattling glass, and the
dangling straps. Then he likened him
self to q prisoner in tumbrel ON the
way to execution and became almost
cheerful in the thought. Oh, if it were
only truel lie would send O lock Of his
hair dipped in his blood by one of the
naughty minions, and then her stony
heart would melt-that being natural
attribute of all stones
The stage stopped. A young lady en-
tered and took seat by the door. She
extended her fare, and Arthur forgot
himself sufficiently to take it. AS he did
80 be gasped, and well he might, for it
was james little hand that he touched
his Jane, alas, his no longerl What was
she doing alone in the great city, Could
she be lost, or wandering from disorder
Of reason2 Gould she have recognized
him from distance and followed
through the throng? No, she seemed
composed and at ease--indeed far too
much SO. 5he evidently had not no.
ticed him, for her eyes were demurely
cast down. She had not, and she should
not. Arthur drew his hat over bis brow,
but not SO low as to prevent him from
glancing askance, in which he found a
proper though melancholy pride, and
shrank back in his corner as much as the
vibrations would permit. @.t III
Oh, how pretty, how sweet she lookedl
Was it possible that one SO fair could be
SO false? Yet were not these terms cor
relative, and was not seeing believing?
Had he not the damning proof in his in
sid2 pocket, gnawing away his vitals
like q Spartan boys fox? But yet She
was so pretty, SO sweet Did ever 90
quette possess such pure face, such a
maidenly mien? Yet she had allowed
her picture to be taken with Robert
HllhCo III tldb very poSaJlOu WHICH JHelf
troth had sanctiied, and who knew but
that half the young men of their native
town had similar trophies? Oh, yes, she
was so pretty, SO sweet, but beauty was
only skin deep. Alasl Arthur found
only faint consolation in the saying, for
no realized that Like Mercutio's wound
it was quite deep enough for him.
Arthur sighed SO fervently that he
must have attracted notice, but at this
instant the stage lurched and fell to one
side. There was scream, q shout, and
for moment the separated lovers were
as thoroughly mixed up as their unfor-
tunate affairs were, for one of the hind
wheels of the vehicle had come off and
rolled away as if Disguised with lack of
patronage and abCNlt to set up business
on it's own account.
The attraction of the accident was
speedily overcome by the repu1sion of
recognition.
"Mr. Lathers' cried Jane, and bound
ed on the uppermost seat like channels.
miss Dobbinsl" growled Arthur, MAX
ing dive for the door. But it was
jammed Push and strain as he might,
he could not bulge it. The only result