The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1893-06-15

would firg my lexicon m distant cor.
ner. and in the language Of the old
dramatist Otway howl most piteously;
Tell me why, good Heaven,
Thou madst me what am. with all thespirit,
Aspiring thoughts and elegant desires
That Oil the happiest mani All, rather. why
Didst thou not form me sordid as my fate.
Base minded. dull. and at to carry burdens'
Why have ] sense TO know the curse thstf
on me7
q this just dealing. Nature7
Now this was gone. and no more re
peated Otway. unless it was that pas
sage little after that:
Can there in woman be such glorious faithf
Sure. all al stories OF thy sex are falsei
Totcmper man.. We had been brutes without
Angels are painted fair to look like you;
There's In You all that vi believe Of heaven
Amazing brightness, puy1ty and truth,
Eternal Joy and everlasting love!
Time did not hang heavily on my
hands, for was full Of hope. and tina:
brought its joyful train. II was now
my last year in college; but a few
months and would be fairly out on the
sea of life. Commencement was over,
l was an A. B. pocketed my "sheep.
skin" and started for the great city,
where lived-well, you know.
1t was now year since ] had FIRST
seen her. We had made no arrange
ment on parting for any interchange of
letters, as that would hardly be tolerated
by the 'hard. cruel parent wide daily
newspapers). so lhad neither heard from
nor seen her for q long twelvemonth. But
no thought of the Inconsistency which
which she SO fascinatingly secuted. en-
tered my brain: all was a sweet tran
guilty.
And now | was In the great city-for
what3 could hardly give an answer.
The tailor was first to receive a call
from me. the barber next and somebody
else next.
Night comes on apace.
walked briskly along a street with
tall, proud mansions on either side till
| came to Number forty-three." had
no time to consider how felt, for the
door was quickly opened by spruce ne
gro boy. who. taking my card. led me
into the parlor. Here had some oppor-
tunity to know how | felt, and found
did not feel altogether too easy Some
great preparations seemed going on: the
parlors were lighted more brilliantly
thought. than ordinary occasions needed;
there seemed to be great commotion--
servants hurrying up stairs and down
stairs; heard dishes rafting, occasion
ally suppressed laugh. and then harsh
oath from authoritative lips. Presently,
however. the door opened. and-not she
entered. Instead it was tall, gaunt
man, with little round Jew eye, a very
Cassius visage; one Of those who 'sel-
dom smile. and smile in such a sort ms
If they Knocked themselves"
rose as he entered. Mr.. Shipley?"
l bowed. lyon will pardon my daugh-
ter, sir. for not seeing you. l recog-
nized in your name that frequently
dropped by my daughter in her mo
ments of mental abstraction, and allow
me to say to you, sir, that it proves you
to be no gentleman"
"Mr. Spencer
II say no gentleman would permit
HlulSeii 10 tOTu ClauueStln6 attach
ment with lady OF birth and wealth
and still less seek to lower her to his
own grade"
This was too much for my keen sensi-
bilities. What do you mean, sirY'
demanded.
II have no inclination to handy words
with you. sir. have only to inform you
that my daughter. whom by some foul
means You attempted to entrap, but
who now is thoroughly ashamed of her
conduct and is equally disgusted with
yop-please keep your seat, sir--this
evening. at eight o'clock, will be led to
the altar by his honor the Count de vau-
vineauxr'
Perhaps the reader thinks that here
was fine opportunity for a scene.
hope he is not disappointed to know
there was no scene, no raving, no pull
ing Of hair or rending Of clothes.
"Does your daughter know, sir, that ]
am in this houseY'