Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1893-09-23

and thus became warning oil dlsslpa-
ton And George, who now called
| assiduously on Jane, found his antici-
pated joys almost as cnlivening as e.
Quaker meeting, for the poor child
was GUM and distraught and too simple
to hide it. Her checks grew wan, and
the sparkle of her eye deadened into
melancholy. Her parents became
alarmed, fearing decline, aud as
absence is a remedy long since declared
standard, they decided to send her on
visit to her Aunt Abigail in the me-
tropolis.
George heard the tidings with con
sternation. Was this the end of his
chicaneryl Then he had been deceived.
Hcroines truly had the unpleasant habit
of fading but they always married the
villain be'ore acquiring it, Must he
yieid to remCrse, to despair! No; at
least he knew when she was going-at
least he might receive her parting glance.
so he hed to the station and entered the
car where she sat listless and detected.
"Good-Dy, Jane," he whispered. 'Will
you not write to me? You know how
CUustduJ We UCcu, CNeu NhCH II vas
hopeless"
II hate you" said the girl, with
sudden 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 a boomerang in unskillful hands.
Meanwhile Arthur, having established
recklessness, did not pursue it. He was
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
full in his mission. This mission then
took him to the metropolis, where he re-
assured it's success and made himself ia
nous. Misfortune is a sckening dose to
swallow, bgt once down it may change
depression into exultation and tears into
smiles
But Arthur didn't think so. 1t is
easy to philosophize after the scar, but
not after the wound is yet raw. He 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 moodily soliloquizing,
cit was always So" probably from
childish Renaissance of that dear ga
zele."
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 tumbrcl on the
way to execution and became almost
cheerful in the thought. On, if it were
only true! He would send a 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 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 reason2 Could she have
recognized him from distance and fol-
lowed through the throng1 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
net. Arthur drew his hat over his brow,
but not so low as to prevent him from
CHANGING askance, in which he found a.
proper though melancholy pride, and
shrank 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
so false2 Yet were not these terms cor
relative, and was not seeing DelleVlngI
Had ne not the damning proof in his in
side pocket, gnawing away his vitals like
Spartan boys fox2 But yet she
was so pretty, so sweet. Did ever Co
quette possess s1ch a pure face, such a
maidenly mieu? Yet she had allowed
her picture to be taken with Robert
Prince in that very position which their
troth had sanctifed, and who knew but
that half the young men of their native
town had similar trophies2 Oh, yes she
was so pretty, so sweet, but beauty was
only skin deep. Alas Arthur found
only faint consolation in the saying, for
he realized that, like Mercutios 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 aud fell to one
side. There was a scream, a shout, and
for a 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