St. Landry democrat., 1893-11-25

villain before acquiring it. Must h
yield to remcrse, to despair? No; a
least he knew when she was going "a
least he might receive her parting glance
So he hicd to the stutlun and entered tn
car where she sat listless and detected
"Good by, Jane" he whispered. owl
YOU not write to me? You know how
constant I've been, even when it wa
hopeless >,
II hate you" said the girl, with
sudden burst of instructive passion.
And George sped to his room ant
! buttcd his head against the wall-bu
| not too violently, for it was but lath ant
plaster. and his landlord was unfeeling-
and vowed that of all sour things thu
sweets of revenge were the sourest
Thereby he dimly perceived that treach
cry is boomerang in unskillful hands
Meanwhile Arthur, having established
rccklcssness, did not pursue it. lie wa!
energetic in business, and sorrow made
him more so, thus requiting him with
pecuniary damages. His employers sent
him to the west, where he was success
ful in his mission. This mission then
took him to the metropolis, where he re,
assured its success and made himself ia,
| nous. Misfortune is a sickening dose to
swallow, but once down it may change
depression into exultation and tears into
smiles.
But Arthur didn't think so. It is
easy to philosophize after the scar, but
not after the wound is yet raw. lie vas
very blue when leisure permitted his
thoughts to be absorbed with self and
grew fond of thrusting his hands deep
in his pockets and moodily soliloquizing,
at was always So" probably from a
childish Renaissance of that d~ar ga
zelle'
One wintry afternoon during his stay
in the metropolis, being especially mis-
anthrophic and time dragging with him,
Arthur got into an uptown 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
sengers came and went, but he needed
them not. They went more than they
came, until he was alone, alone with the
straw, and the rafting glass, and the
dangling straps. Then he likened him
self to a prisoner in tumbrel on the
way to execution and became almost
cheerful in the thought. Oh, if it were
only true! He would send lock of his
hair dipped in his blood by one of the
naughty minions, and then her stony
heart would melt-that being a natural
attribute of all stones.
The stage stopped. A young lady en-
tered and took a seat by the door. She
extended her fare, and Arthur forgot
himself sufficiently to take it. As he
did so he gasped, and we'll he might, for
it was James little hand that he touched
his Jane, alas, his no longer! What
was she doing alone in the great city?
Could she be lost. or wandering from
disorder of reason? Could she have
him from a distance and fol-
lowed through the throng? No, she
seemed composed and at ease-indeed |
far too much so. She evidently had not
noticed him, for her eyes were dumrely |
cast down. She had not, and she should |
not. Arthur drew his hat over his brow,
but not so low as to prevent him from
5lancing askance, in which he found a
proper though melancholy pride, and
;hrank back in his corner as much as
The vibrations would permit
Oh. how pretty, how sweet she looked
Was it possible that one so fair could be
10 false? Yet were not these terms cor
'clative, and was not seeing believing?
Had ne not the damning proof in his in
ide pocket, gnawing away his vitals like
! Spartan boys fox? But yet she
vas so pretty, so sweet! Did ever CO.
Iuette possess s1ch pure face, such
mien? Yet she had allowed
Ter picture to be taken with Robert
Prince in that very position which their
roth had sanctified, and who knew but
hat half the young men of their native
own had similar trophies? oh, yes, she
vas so pretty, so sweet, but beauty was
My skin deep. Alas. Arthur found
My faint consolation in the saying, for
e realized that, like Mercutio's wound,
was quite deep enough for him.
Arthur sighed so fervently that he
lust have attracted notice, but at this
lstant the stage lurched and fell to one
lde. There was scream, a shout, and
or moment the separated lovers were
$ thoroughly mixed up as their unfor-
mate affairs were, for one of the hind
heels of the vehicle had come off and
olled away as if Disguised with lack of I
atronage and about to set up business
n its own account.
The attraction of the accident was
oeedily overcome by the repulsion of
,cognition.
MIR. Lathersv cried Jane, and /
ounded on the uppermost seat like a
lamois. I
Miss Dobbins!' growled Arthur,
aking a dive for the door. But it was {
mined. Push and strain as he might, c
q could not bulge it. The only result e
his exertion was very red face, whose i
low Jane seemed to catch and family S
fleet. He tried window, but as he i
1T as much like a camel as it looked c
Ike needles eye he soon desisted, and |
mixing into the lower corner, which gave r
IN the sensation of being caught in a a
lasm, he abandoned himself to Werther- Q
ke despair. a
The driver now leisurely descended C
I'd stood at one side, proud in the faith n
at his horses required no attention from
m, as they yet had sufficient strength [
stand alone. a
"Yez 'ull hev to stay in until yez gifts a
It," he said consolingly. "But I'll not s.
after chargin,yez DOODLE" j
By this time a crowd had collected u
d began, after the fashion of crowds, &c &c
theorize regarding the accident. Some y
that it was of no moment IL
ice the stage would go as comfortably 81 81
three wheels as it had on four. 9th u
} that the imprisoned passengers were q
XIV in their confinement since If II | Ill