The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1893-05-16
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she felt no interest in the vulgar loves of
circus riders and old beaux.
"You will miss the sunset" he said
aside, OBTAINING her. 'Dr. Johns will be
gone presently. Let us see the evening
star come out together OF the last night
at sea-"
And | suppose he married her and
lived happily ever after" said Harrisse,
having carried his point and turning to
DR.. Johns.
mo, she wouldn't marry him, but
when he died he left her a fortune, and
she left the profession"
"And the Hamertons were of the May
flower stock"
"Do You know-can you guess, Lucille
can you guess who my love Isl"
Il was never good at enigmas,"a little
indistinctly,
"Dr. Harrisse, do you remember when
you first met me:"
1T seems to me that | have known you
always" he evaded.
Il thought that you remembered when
I first saw you here"
Gould / ever forget you, Lucille?'
sit seems So" smiling family. But
l have a confession to make"
$50 have l."
'You will believe that | have deceived
you"
'If this be deception, let me be deceived
forever"
She smiled family.
Here DR.. Johns joined them again.
When they parted the next morning, he
said:
Il shall see you, if | may, at the first
available moment in the week. If any
thing prevents, / shall write"
Sitting down to dine the following day
with his bosom friend, he said:
tom, you know everything and every
body; can you tell me where I met a
Miss Lucille Lindsay"
She was the person Captain Hamer-
ton wanted to marry. You remember
old Hamerton?"
Eyes"
Forty years her senior. He tempted
her with jewels as Faust tempted Mar
guerite with kindness and luxury, but
although she was only a poor little circus
rider she wouldn't have him. When he
died; he left her half his big estates. /
heard she went abroad. She broke a
bone falling from her horse in the circus.
| suppose / must have set it. Gone, Ell!
Been On the ragged edge of Irritation on
the voyage? Fancy a Harrisse marrying
a circus rider! How Beacon street would
howl!'
DR.. Harrisse was perhaps thankful
that his patients demanded his atten-
ton, and gave him no time to think or
visit at once, and that an important case
made it impossible. as he said TO himself,
to do other than to postpone Miss Lind
say. One day he met DR.. Johns coming
away from her presence. He had an air
of suppressed excitement about him. It
was a year since they had parted on the
Malta. "The fellow is almost hand
some," thought Harrisse, land he is in
love with Lucille"
He acted upon his determination to
call, but Miss Lindsay was engaged with
a headache and begged DIR. Harrisse
would excuse her,
The words sounded strangely t O him;
he. felt dazed and miserable and angry
with DR.. Johns, as if his visit had some
thing to do with it. All at once the fact
that Lucille had begun life as a circus
rider seemed trivial and of no impor-
lance compared with the greater fact
that ne loved her. Let those laugh who
win.
He never remembered having been in
such a hurry before in his life. WHY
had he postponed happiness SO long? 1t
was late In the following day when he
received Lucille's reply:
Your kind words-she wrote-haye carried
me back TO those halcyon days on the Malta,
when believed myself as desperately in love
as you believe yourself to be today. / confessed
all this to DR.. Johns when he proposed to me
yesterday morning, and he was willing to alb
solve me-
DR.. Harrisse tossed the letter into the
CRATE and went out to his patients.
1t was perhaps half a dozen years later,
when looking over some old papers he
happened on the charred remnants of
Lucille's letter, which his servant had
rescued from the fire and folded away.
He opened it c~uriously and fingered over
1t fasclnateds H..
confessed all to DR.. Johns when he proposed
to mt yesterday morning-it read-but if you
love me-poor DR.. Johns! | should like to pun
ish you. / should like to quote to you, There
must be nautch girls and circus riders perhaps,
but we don't choose our wives and sweethearts
from among them, and refuse your gift-but
love you. LUCILLE.
AT this date, however, Lucille had long
been Mrs. DIR. Johns,-Texas Siftinos.
Some Bygone Superstitions.
The ancient custom of whirling the