St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-04-22

dl11NG AL LEE GUNNER Or LIE S1hn-Els
jets, which were only lighted on Sundays and
fortnightiy Saturdays, made a halo of light
around the frame of the door way; the gas
jets blown hither and thither by the night
wind. Each time that the glass door was
opened, a confused murmur of voices was
heard, shouts of laughter and gay jests
escaped from the tap room. Anatole was
there, Nellie had seen him enter, she was sure
OF that. Anatole, the house painter, who had
wronged her the spring previous, who had
promised her marriage and now that she was
in trouble, had deserted her. She had re-
manned an honest girl until she was twenty
two years old and then she had fallen madly
In love with him.
Yesterday she had waited patiently for him
at the end of his days work, waited for him
to come out Of a new house upon which he
was working; she had stopped and with tears
supplicated him to do her justice. But he
was furious at her.
Enough, enough my girl! Your baby? Am
alone to blame for that?''
Yes he had dared to say that to her facet
Now she detested him as much as she once
loved him and she would be revenged, never
fear. They could have been so happy had he
willed it. She would have rented little
apartment on the ''fifth floor which she
knew OF, at the end of the Faubourg and from
which glimpse of the distant country and
the hills on the horizon could be seen; she
would have furnished the rooms with furni-
ture from Crepins and she would have been
so good a housekeeper that he would have
had nothing to complain of. Anatole was fa-
nous in his trade, he could marbelize and
make ornamental letters and earned as high
as eight francs day. She, when times were
good, could make from three francs fifty
confines to four francs a day at her sewing
machine. Who knows? By dint of economy,
they might have been able to set up in bust
ness some day; Anatole would have been
master painter, and perhaps in time, they
might have become bourgeois. What fine
dreamI
Instead of which she would be a girl
mother and her baby would be born in hos
pital.
And sMonsieur" was in the cafe! He
played good game of billiards! He played
a difficult stroke, the cue behind his back,
Gen off1cierl' It would not be he who would
suffer. No, indeed, there was no danger of
that. When he had won the game he would
come out with his companions, his face
flushed with the wine he had drank, he would
: light cigarette and then he would stroll
away, his hands in his pockets, and go in
search Of his new friend, that horrid red
headed creature, whose bangs hung down to
her eyes.
But no parallel infamies should not come
to pass thusi mol That handsome faced
Anatole shall remember, he shall remember
Nellie to his dying dayl She had bought
some vitriol; she was on the lookout for him
and presently when he comes out of the cafe,
she will take the cover off her milk can,
and the-ful in the facet She now held
that pretty face with its cute little mustache
in execration. All, what atrocious ioy she
would have felt to have been able to tear him
with her nails. The fury of a beast possessed
her. She would be sent to prison? Well SO
be it! sBut thou at least, cursed one, can
not buster about as formerly and oggle the
pretty girls on the Faubourgs, dressed in thy
long white blouse and thy linen cap set
jauntily on thy blonde curls. When thou hast
one less ear, or SCARED cheek, thou wilt not
fondle the girls any longer. Does thou hear
that, scoundrel?"
In the fever of rage and vengeance which
possessed her, Meiie felt the necessity of
walking, of motion. She left her post Of
observation and took a few steps out on the
sidewalk.
ALI at once, beside her, mans voice muir
INJURED sadly: