The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-01
A POETS PASSION
L H Q N M Fl A d
BY

friendly tussle-even in his own physical
| favor-would have almost denuded him.
| Everything we wore. barring our respect
I've underwear. was old and tatuered, not TO
say greasy. But we were always received
by that unconventional coterie with ac-
claim.
At that period my shock OF long blonde
hair, tiuged with gray threads. gave me
1T you will allow me to say it-a literary
air. As for Jean Renaud-they all knew
him. How many times had his aggressive
powers of discussion and expedience OF
suggestion convinced the bohemians Of his
indlspensability In their midst-where
money, even with Jean and myself, seemed
so unknown a quantity. How eager were
the thirty or more eyes to note any inten-
ton Of hberality on the part of some one
still possessed OF few francs. Or with
| with what dependent interest did they
listen to some bold spirit who was openly
threatening ITO hang up the establishment"
for the next round OF rim ordinidre
Jean always directed me 70 distribute an
even two francs in confines through nv
various pockets. which request he implicitly
complied with himself. Ergo we could
plead to being hard up" as well as the
next man, who probably really was. No
| one in this highly confidential, though
somewhat hilarious. circle. knew Jean as
man above desperate alternatives to obtain
a breakfast or a dinner. though one man
present had seen him once IN his dress
suit, but having acoosted him had gone up
the avenue satisfied that Jean Renaud was
not Jean Remand, but another-a double
IN short, the Prince Motilla of Spain.
Jean had always been secretive concern.
ing the young lady whom he went so often
to see across the river; but one day he vol
unteered to confess his fears that his suit
for his intentions were serious-was not
progressing SO favorably as he would have
1t.
"You see,n he declared, 'she is bent upon
becoming an artist. l never saw such a
unique woman, Glenwood. / will make a
clean breast Of IL. She is a countrywoman
Of yours"
"Indeedl"
Eyes She halls from Chicago
Igave q start. Chicago is my birthplace.
| Some all too tsnder memories to me hover
about that much-maligned city.
Let me try TO describe Adele Hargrift,"
continued Jean; but l interrupted him,
with an exclamation Of CONSERVATION that
some people would have considered bias
phemous. Adele Hargriftl Why should
be try to describe her to met / knew her.
| Five long years before she had been my be
trothed. Yes, five long years. She was a
petted darling OF society then-the daughter
OF wealthy railroad magnate. was
poor civil engineer, with only alleged pros
poets Of a brilliant career ahead. In spite
OF my self-acknowledged poverty Adele had
given me her hand. But, alaok we had q
| simple lovers quarrel which a simple word
Of concession on the part of either would
have patched up. But pride made US both
stubborn, and we became estranGed. Soon
afterwards | went 20 Mexico to do some
surveying for the government. At the end
OF year my services were no longer re-
quired. As had no other moro definite
| R1 ma hal lima I aA
with bright but adventurous young fell
low by the name Of Tobias Shirley, who
was daft on discovering something in the
, way of a rich mineral deposit in the north
ern mountains. Tobias was a Yale man.
He bad tried his speculative mettle and
small paternal legacy In Wall STREET.-THE the
| total dissolution of the legacy. Since then
he bad driftsd and kicked about the world
up to the time when i met him in the City
OF Mexico. Being near Of an age, and dis
covering that We possessed tastes in COM
mon, we naturally agreed to like each
other; for it is ever so lonesome in the City
OF Mexico without a friend-a friend, /
mean, who does not employ you or whom
you do not employ. However, for the mat
ter OF that, Tobias had several traits that
one could not help liking, and this being the
case one could not help liking Tobias
We set forth on our journey on May Is.
Five weeks afterward we made discovery,
that Is 10 say with all becoming modesty, /
| did. We were in the deep decliyitv Of a
giant peak, or, In other words, in the crater
OF an exhausted volcano. After making an
extended examination was ready to make
| 1000 attidavits that the uncRnny looking
walls Of the used-up volcano enclosed deep
| quarry Of precious onyx. When l 80 in
| formed Tobias who In truth was anything
| but geologist of even the most primitive
kind Though, OF course, be must have an
swered more or less correctly some ques-
| tions at Yale, pertinent to the "Story Of the
| Rocks. " he fairly leaped with jubilatiou.
| We went back to the City of Mexico 10 hot
haste, organized a company, and four
months later the Excelsior Onyx Mines"
were In operation. There was comparatively
little trouble Ill introducing our onyx on the
market, for it was Of superior quality. In
| three years ] was millionaire and sold out
| my interest in the mines to Tobias, who
wanted to make 81, 600 ,000-or more. Re-
tusning to Chicago, one of the first things
| told me was that Adele Hargrifts father
had failed in business, and that she herself
had gone abroad on a limited stipend, fur
nished by a maternal uncle. to study art. l
| still loved Adele Hargrift, and after learn
| ing OF the misfortu tunes of her family, | ex-
| perienced a great longing to see her again.
| A year later had come TO Paris, where [
knew she was sojourning. but as yet had
made no special effort to find her. So my
emotion may be realized when Jean Rensud
mentioned her name
What on earth ails your asked Jean, In
adversion 30 my exclamation.
'Only twlnge OF sciatica," / explained,
| with faroical attempt to initiate q sudden
| victim of that dread ailment
'Too bad" said my companion. LET
me call the Doctor"
mo, thank you; the pain will vanish 10 a
moment"
Jean resumed. His description OF Adele
Hargrift did not make her out q day older
than when had said cold adieu to her
| five years before. Jeans eloquent eulcgy Of
my whilom fdncee set my blood boiling 1t
| was all | could do not 60 furiously demand
her present address. that might fly to her
and cali her my own. Yes, my own; for
she could never become the wife of Jean
Renaud, according to my hearts Jealous
| prophecy. How almost abnormally cool
and collected some men can appear, when
| the vital currents of their being are surgiug
| in the widest Such was my exterior calm
at that instant, that / said to Jean Remand,
with every sign Of q mad DEVILS friendh-
ness:
jean, should like to meet your fair
divinity. Where does she liver
| 'Fifty.five Avenue Marceau," said Jean,
| unsuspiciously. you shall come with me
tomorrow 60 see her. But: you m ust keen
| your eyes open-and tell me afterw ward If
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