Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1894-01-15

"But, Grace, you will forgive me, won't
your Tell me you didn't mean what you
said just now" Ana there was some
thing in the pleading, passionate tone that
made tho girl, who was going up the
stairs, stop for moment and look down
into the eager, upturned face of the young
man standing in the hall below.
81 don't think anything you could say
would make the matter better" she said
coldly, and without another glance or
word she went up the stairs.
Harry King stood for moment irreso-
lutte, his bronzed, handsome face lighted
up by the glare of the hanging lamp, and
then with "A set, hard look about his mouth
he put on his hat and went out into the
night.
And the cause Of all this was little in
eident that had happened the night before
"a mere trifie, as IL seemed to Harry, but
something infinitely more to Grace Leslie.
Ever since the girl had been a timid fresh
man and Harry a sophomore in the great
University of M the two had known
each other, and in these last months there
had crept into their friendship something
which was making il very different
thing from the boy and girl acquaintance
of former times. Neither had ever spoken
too short for all ..' % mess that life was
bringing him liar. >i'g scarcely dared
to put in words the l,w hope that was
springing up in his heart.
And Gracel She, too, had found life .
very happy thing in these last months, and
somehow to the girls fancy the green hills
about the little town seemed to grow more
fair each day and the great blue sky above
more beautiful in these autumn months.
But the day before our story opens Har-
ry had seen Grace on the campus and at
parting said;
"Don't go out tonight I'm coming up
to try those songs"
And the girl had nodded assent with the
laughing words:
"Well, don't forget. I'll never forgive
you If you do"
As she walked away, with her bright,
sweet face and slender, graceful form, she
seemed very fair to Harry's eyes, and In
voluntarily the words, "Harry King, you
are lucky dog" came to his lips, and the
sanguine young man actually walked away
with merry whistle on his lips, with
never a thought, of course, of the coming
days when he would look upon himself
not as "lucky dog" but most wretch
ed mortal.
The evening came, but no Harry. Grace
had given up another engagement for the
sake of trying the songs with him, but the
hours wore away, and he did not come.
The next morning one of the small boys
at the house where Grace boarded, who re-
joiced in the rare, sweet name of Tommy,
came down TO breakfast overflowing with
the news of the night before, which had
been Halloween.
"You oughter have seen the boys down
to Ipsi last night Tore up all the fences
In town. That King fellow was there, too"
with a grin at Grace-"I saw him, and
my, didn't he have good time, thoughp
$50 he cares more for some fun with q
lot of rowdies than for me-" said Grace.
And the proud look in the girls face boded
no good for the unfortunate lover.
Harry had tried to explain that he had
been carried away by the enthusiasm Of
the moment when the plan was first pro-
posed, but Grace would hear nothing. So
it happened that the young man went
home that night with little anger as well
as pain In his heart. But though he tried
his best to nourish the former. though be