The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-05-26

that had beat as one throbbed most IN
dependently as two.
Arthur was seen smoking On the
street, and thus became warning o.
dissipation. And George, who now
called assiduously on Jane, found HI:
anticipated joys almost as enlivenine 2:
Quaker meeting. For the poor child
was glum and distraught, and toe
simple to hide it. Her checks grew
wan, and the sparkle of her eyes dead
ened into melancholy. Her parents be
came alarmed, fearing decline. and
as absence is a remedy long since de
clarcd standard, they decided to send
her on a visit to her Aunt Abigail in the
| metropolis.
George heard the tidings with con
sternation Was this the end of his
chicanery? Then ne had been deceived.
Heroines truly had the unpleasant hab-
it of fading, but they always married
the villain before acquiring it. Must
he yield to renorse, to despair? No; at
least, he knew when she was going-at
least, he might receive her parting
glance. So he hied to the station and
entered the car, where she sat oistiess
and detected. ''Good-by, Jane" he
whispered ''Will you not write to me?
You know how constant I've been even
when l. was hopeless"
Il hate your said the girl, with a
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 I'M
| feeling-and vowed that of all sour
| things the sweets of revenge were the
sourest. Thereby he dimly perceived
that treachery is boomerang in I'M
skillful hands.
Meanwhile ArthuE having estab-
/ lished recklessness, did not pursue it.
| He was energetic in business, and sor-
row made him more so, thus requiting
/ him with pecuniary damages. His en-
| ployers sent him to the west, where he
was successful in his mission. This mis-
| sion then took him to the metropolis,
where he treasured its success and made
himself famous. Misfortune is a sick
ening dose to swallow, but once down,
IL iild NttSilit,C CooIcll 1lIC S-Aui Ss--
ton and tears into smiles.
But Arthur didn't think So It is easy
to philosophize after the scar, but not
while 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 modify soliloquiz-
ing: 1T was always So" Probably
from a childish Renaissance of that
dear gazelle.''
One wintry afternoon during his stay
in the metropolis, being especially mis-
anthropic and time dragging with him,
Arthur got into an uptown stage. for
its numbering misery seemed common
surate to his humor. He cnsconced
himself in one of the further corners.
and in each jolt and bump discovered
similitude to the course of his exist
ence. Passengers 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 ikened himself to prisoner in
"S'A-ibAN ~ VA WV ''Ss W t->NNuCAci anu
became almost cheerful in the thought
Oh, if it were only true. He would send
a lock Of his hair dipped il 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 d seat by the door. She
extended her fare and Arthur forgot
himself sufficiently to take it. As he
did SO he gasped, and well 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 a disorder of reason? Could she
have recognized him from distance
and followed through the throng?- No,
she seemed composed and at case; in
deed, far too much so. She evidently
had not noticed him, for her eyes were
Gemurely cast down. She had not and
she should not. Arthur drew his hat
over his brow, but not so low as TO pre-
vent him from glancing askance-in
which he found proper though mel
ancholy 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 false? Yet were not these
terms correlative, and was not seeing
believing? Had he not the proof in his
inside pocket, gnawing away his vitals
like Spartan boys fox? But yet she
was so pretty, so sweet! Did eeer CO.
quette possess such a pure face, such a
maidenly mien? Yet she had allowed
her picture to be taken with Robert
Prince in that very position which their
troth had sauctified and who knew
but that half the young men of their
native town had similar trophies? Oh,
yes, she was so pretty, SO sweet; but
beauty was only skin deep. Alas. Ar
thur 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 and fell 70
one side There was scream. a shout,
and for a moIncnt the separated lovers
were rs thoroughly mixed up as their
unfortunate affairs We're. for one of the
hind wheels of the vehicle had come off
and rolled away. as il Disguised with
lack OF patronage and about to set up
business on its own account.
Mr.. Lathers.n cried Jane. and
bounded on the uppermost seat like a
channels.
Miss Dobbins." growlcd Arthur,