The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-09-12
A Woman Of the World.

He came quickly into the daintily furnished
little drawing room and fnng himself down
on the sofa in an attitude OF absolute dejec-
ton. says the Chicago Mail.
there was no need to ask questions. She
coud see at glance that the great coup on
which he mad staked his all was lost.
men al last ne spoke his voice sounded
hollow. almost inhuman.
II al my cursed luckSn
You have lost IL all:''
Every penny 1t was neck OF nothing. and
L put It all or. Curse the horse. When they
came down the hill could have sworn II was
going to romp home on could have heard
them shouting. -Vsctis wins mile away.
And II was Just bea en-"
dropped dead on the course for all the good
that does me"
Il know. am very sorry"
she crossed 10 where be was sitting, and
hung her arms around his neck. her golden
curls played lovingly around his colorless
cheeks
50 this is the end?" she murmured. We'll.
l suppose il had 70 come some time, and
"hl4e It has lasted we have been very happy,
haven't we deart'
he drew her closer to him, and kissed her
again and again.
y GU rememueT your prOmise?" he asked
at length. as he put her gently from him and
rose TO his ct. You are not AFRAID"
Afraid. why should 1 be afraid You have
never found me a coward, have your Besides,
what IS there TO live for
or ol:' he added with a grim smile.
Death was staring him in the face. He
could not let her see he feared H.
he began to pace up and down the room.
mig hands pressed against his burning fore
head
However hard ones life may have been
there is hardly one Of us who can resign him
sell TO the idea Of death with absolute i'm
paSslvlty.
But for this particular man life had been a
ceaselesS round OF enjoyment. He had wasted
the gods gift, il is true, but there had been
far more Of pleasure than of pain in the vast
ing OF it. He had beeu very bad man, but
for all that he had been very happy, and now
ne regretted death because Of the pleasures
1t would deprive him of rather than for the
pains which it might bring him.
Yet, after all he was Lound to admit that
even III his death he was going TO more
fortunate than most men His existence was
so blended W t. that Of this particular woman
his wife-that she could see no hap uuess
Tor her IN living If he was not there 10 share
his.
1t was selfish reflection, this of his. no
doubt, bu then If he had not teen a selfish
man he would not have enjoyed lie so much
and wrongly or not he found it a very COM
fortlng one, so Comforting that. when after a
minute or tWos he turned to the girl and took
her IN his arms and felt her kisses meet his
Tor the last time, the agitation that he had
previously displayed had quite passed away:
and 1t was more a smile than a sob that Qufv'
cred around his mouth
And so, with his lips still Quivering he left
her. her hands grGs ping the pistol she had
vowed o use, and in a moment the sound of a
shot from the adjoining room told her that
the hrst half of the tragedy had come and
gave her the signal for the second
She could hardly have misunderstood that
signal, but she made no pretense of obeying
1t, and as she replaced the pistol glngerly
W tn all a womans natural repugnance To
deadly weapons, in its case, she caught
q m lSe of her exquisite feature in the
glass before her and smiled.