The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1894-01-06

Mark pOndereu TINS cOupoci, "Hvck
ing and tormented between love and
pride and doubt. He longed to follow
Shafto's advice, yet memories OF that
last painful interview battled with his
more hopeful mood. One thing he re-
solved--not to plead with Cicely to re-
new a waiting engagement II he
sought her again he must ask her TO
marry him at once.
In regard to means he was in much
the same case as before, for he had not
been able to save very much yet But
everything might be made easy by the
sale of Chance, for whom he sra re-
peatedly had offers ranging from five
to about fifteen pounds.
He smiled grimly at his own senti'
mentality in feeling this to be impossi-
BILE. Some verses ran in his mind
about an Arab who. trying to sell his
favorite horse, ended by fiinging back
the gold and galloping away. and he
thought how people would scoff at the
idea of poor railway man of the pres
emit day emulating this hero of romance.
Yet the conviction remained WITH
him that money thus gained would
bring 10 happiness, and when sending
his dog to the show he put prohibi-
tive price in the catalogue to avoid
being tempted by further offers
| But when Scott, disregarding his int
timation, offered him fifty pounds to
start with, quickly rising to seventy as
he marked the owners reluctance, Mes.
bit began to feel his resolution waver'
ing. Chance, after costing such sum,
w ould surely be treated like prince
and be quite happy in his new homo
and for himself, the happy dreams and
anticipations that crowded upon him
made it impossible to dwell upon the
pain of parting with his dog.
During the few weeks he had re
quested for consideration he wrote te
Cts, intending that his decision shoulc
depend on hers, and on the day; wher
| Scott was to call for an answer he had
received from her letter, which was
all that lovers heart could desire.
But since early morning the New
foundland had hung about him con
stantly with dropping tail and implor
ing eyes, and Marks spirits bad SUM
low by the time Mr.. Sydney's manager
arrived.
He was kindly sort of person, ant
had become friendly with Nesbit dur
ing the show time, and the two mel
sat down to comfortable tea befor
settling their business.
"He's grand dog, will say that TO
him." said Scott, patting Chance
broad head, as he sat in expectation
scraps ''It's pity We dinna ken hi
pedigree How did he come into you
hands?"
"By chance, and 1 named him afte
/. it. In the Wheathope accident"
II never heard tell ont You don
mean to say you've had an accident il
this little, quiet, bit placer"
SAY, an bad one, too. It's quie
enough and deadly dull, but it isn't a
j safe as it looks. There's stiff inclin
right down to the station, and just bs
yond there's a desperate sharp curve
1t was made for coal traffic, and it
fit for little else. but now they've mad
q loop of it with the main and expresse
run over it."
'sWell?"
J, "Well, one evening the Airdells e,
I press got out of control, and ran ANAL
n down the bank, and went off the roa
here at the curve. Smashed all
pieces she was-guard and driver badl
hurt, passengers wonderfully littl
{ damaged considering, and Chance her
: broken leg"
/ "And you looked after him?"
+ 81 set his leg with neighbours hell
/ and never shall forget the sense an
5 patience that poor beast showed. An
d then he settled down, looking so cheel
4 full and friendly hke-my word!-
' made me feel how lonesome I'd be ii
, he came"
9 'Ye should have gotten wife, M
Nesbit, when We first came-nay,
{ didn't mean to seem curious" as MAJ
|, started and flushed. Maybe thinl
t went wrong?'
1 "They did: but I'm hoping they'll
set right" Nesbit answered, brief
e well, as was saying, / took the do
o and / got to fairly dread his beir
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