The farmers' union. (Memphis, Mo.) 1891-1895, 1893-10-12

by the fascinating powers OF Miss
Brewie:'
felt the blood rushing into my face
at these words. for Hesketh's tone
didn't seem quite respectful to me. |
was somewhat ncttled. nay more, an
gered.
Yes. I have come. Professor. Hes
keith, was my reply. TO pay my re-
spects to Miss Brewe"
oh. we'll, my dear Adrian. contin-
tinued Hesketh. in what seemed to me
a tlippant manner, Il don't suppose you
will object to my presenting my friend
the Baron to Miss Brew3e. entirely in
the interests OF science. my dear boy.
Interests of science:' | stanmered
out.
quite 50. my dear Adrian. added
He,keth quickly. its very curious
ease. I've been studying it for several
months: FRANKS Of heredity. Il fad of
mine. you know: only way | can ac-
count for it Is that the mother was
dark-cTed woman OF abnormal emo
tlonal temperament and that she mar
rlej 4 blue-eyed man with language
very strong. but utterly without sin
cerity or moral purpose. Il human or
che-tr.on. uttering music without soul
or sweetness. a man using his eloquence
to advertise himself to draw the
world attention to him, Just as a cal
| Hope might advertise an acrobat or
rope walker.
My Col. Hesketh." whispered.
stop. stop. Miss Brewie is my be-
trothcd, not another word. She'll
bear my name IN months time"
Adrian" cried Hesketh. grasping
me by the arm. this must not be. |
|
| this manner This girl ha, 10 more
! soul than Il mechanical piano. she's a
| mere emotional automatu1n. Wait,
You shall have the proof of it before
| the evening is over. At a signal from
me station Yourself b hind this por:ierc
when introduce the baron to her"
More dead than alive obeyed. when
to my Indignation. nay. my unspeaka-
| bic horror, | listened to the same
| poetic sentiments. the same burning
utt"rances. the sam" soulful sy!lables.
accompanied with the same gestures.
the same tricks Of the eye. the same
cold. recdy tones of Voice.
Selling my coat and lat. | rushed
| on, Ct the house like I; mad man. |
tore along the street a- if the demons
of pcrdition We're at my heels. In my
mental Torment | tried repeatedly but
yainiy TO ad gust my atch key. Then
rang The bell furiously. knocked and
ratified the kns b of the door.
Aunt Sarah Ann rptnc it ali inch or
80. "Who'S thcrc:' she demanded in i.
firm loud voice.
Its Adrian, Don't he afraid" I
called. Let He in quick.
vt sight OF me the old lady turned
ashcn pale and stagyc,e{ back Il step
or two.
~Whcre's Vera: Where's Ncra?" l
~aspcl.
"llrrcifui heaven My dear boy,
what, happened: She's gene t. bed,
replied ny aunt.
Cali bay. ra'l he, down. must So
her at oncr.' and pushing my aunt
aside. | III hSd wildly upstairs.
Vera. Vera" shrek d my aunt,
don't open your door. Adrian is in
| liquor. Don open your door
f,lt Vera idn't understand or felt nc
dread If NEE ting me, in liquor or not,
TO she had already advanced to the
! mead OF the stairs. She WAS clad in /,
loose. lacc-trimmed wrapper with flow
in. sleeves. and her long yclieli- brown
hair hanging down her back enyeloped
her like Il mantle OF glorious shcen.
wa, SO stricken with establishment at
| this :. 1T ana lnaldenlE beauty which
had ever noted before that l co"ld
only murmur: Vera. Vera as
threw myself upon my knees and press
ed the hem Of her garment to my lips
Then in my wild joy | drew her trail
ing skirts toward me and buried my
face in their soft. snowy depths. as if
would cleanse me Of my treachery. IL
doing so | uncovered her small and
beautifully arched feet which she haC
hastily thrust into red morocco slip
per> and As my kisses fell upon them.
could hear L low tiInid cry OF why
Adj ian. Adrian,
Encircliny her with my arms. drew
her 80 forcibly toward me that she
must have fallen had she not thrown
he arms around my neck. still repeat
ing that sweet startled cry of. Why
Adrian, why. Adrian
Rising TO my feet | ciasped her t
my breast ANA showered kisses on he
hair and brow and eyes. a cried ont
oh. Ne-a. my darling. My littl'