The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1893-06-11

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the lady air." AS if stage ever wented
for this essential except in ws-m .,aatheri
But the throng, impress a L Fnis We
hemence, withdrew to the SIDEWALK. and
stamped feet and chafed cars as IL, like
the Roman sentinels at Pompeh, they
couldn't desert their posts-i. e., lamp
posts.
"Thank you, Mr.. Lathers," said Jane
in tones akin to the tip Of her nose.
"There was time when you wouldn't
have said Mr.. L.athers, replied Arthur
ayes, and not an hour ago."
"You knew me thenY'
81 saw you. l didn't recognize you"
"And yet my heart is the same as Of
yore."
Toward Susie? Yes? How interest
mgr
"What am to Susie, or Susie to me-
I, who am maligned, bereft, discardedr'
"You should feel at ease now, Mr..
Lathers."
"And why now, prayf'
"On the stage, you know. You are
such an actor"
cat least haven't the craze for indis-
criminate picture taking. That seems to
be feminine characteristic.
"You haven't? To think that any
camera could have twice sustained the
shock of that smirki Oh, it is too tidicu-
lous"
81 don't know what You mean"
"Oh, you do not?"
"Pray, Miss Dobbins, in this enforced
association, which no one could regret
more than 1, let us not yield to idle re-
elimination. The past is dead; let the
dead bury it. l shall await our deliver
ance with resignation, and then bid You
godspeed."
u"Some sort of speed would DO accept
able. But resignation If that posture
syour idea Of resignation, I'd rather look
uncomfortable"
"You have your wish. How is the
view up there"
II can see man In well with the
rope dangling just out Of reach"
eyes: he has escaped the moose"
"That is fattery for contemptuous
rejection"
"Miss Dobbins, permit me as an old
family friend who has your best inter-
ests at heart to warn you to be moro
discreet Our town is such small place,
and the young men are not sufficiently
cultured to abstain from boastings 1t
Is pleasant undoubtedly to have ones
picture taken with ones best young man
of the present. know in my case you
seemed delighted, but when these photo
craps multiply and begin to circulate
like-like-er-comic valentine"---
"Mr. Lathersw
"Hellor' cried Arthur as he suddenly
bent forward.
"Ahr' screamed Jane as she dropped
from her perch at the same instant.
ol Two heads then bumped as one. They
recoiled, but again plunged forward, for
each had seen half concealed in the
straw photograph which each had
priced, but which the shock Of the acct
dent must have separated from their pos
session.
"That's mine," asserted Jane
"Thats mine" protested Arthur. And
both having succeeded, Jane climbed tri-
umphant to her eyrie; Arthur sank VIC
torious into his chasm.
But why does Jane gasp and grow so
pale? Why does Arthur mutter and flush
SO wildly? Why are the pictures held
close to the light and examined narrow
Iy, and then simultaneously torn into
fragmentsS Why does Arthur hoist him.
sslf from the well and Jane come OF the
crag2 All, kindly fate that set the wheel
a-rolling and jammed the door and re-
stricted the window frames has made
Georges treacSory manifest For in
their haste Arthur had captured the pho
tograph which Jane had treasured as
proof of his dupficity, and Jane the one
which Arthur had preserved as evidence
Of her fickleness.
There was a sudden movement for
ward and hurrah from the crowd, for
| the lovers, gazing into each others eyes,
saw doubt change into faith, and aver
sion into devotion.
/ 9 at must have been that COMPOUNDED
George Percy" exclaimed Arthur.
Forgive me, darling" sobbed Jane.
And they were infolded in q fond and
ingenious embrace.
No wonder the crowd gurged and
shouted. The streets of the metropolis
are prolific of dramas indeed, but idyls
are as scarce as daisies between the gran
lte blocks. Cheer succeeded cheer, and
when the messenger boy piped his inten-
ton of running for the parson the cheers
grew more enthusiastic, and no incredu-
lous laughter opposed.
'Tll retaliate on that Percy" said
Arthur, "if it takes LIFETIME"
mo, dear. Revenge pays its own
debts. What has George accomplished
except to make our faith in each other
more assured"
"You are right. You are always right.
he will find it impossible to counterfeit
bhe home pictures which / can foresee.
Let him have the past of trickery. The
future is ours, darling, for veal or VICE."
"From wheel and whoa" replied
Jane roguishly, with suggestion Of
their accident.-New York Times.
His Last Visit.