Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-07-06
4 Tale OF Love In Low Life.

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"hen writing original matter, neyeI
read Shakespeare, Milton. or Moore
Tor the reason might imbibe some
thing OF them, and thereby lessen tn,
force and beauty Of my own matter
Bridget Maloney was maiden over
whose head eighteen summers had
psssed-a great many years ago. She
was, though you wouldn't dream OF il
rom her name, a native OF the Elmer
ala Isle. The house OF Maloney be.
coming too small for her, she left it
and IN due time was domiciled in New
York.
The Maloneys, proud as they are,
have always recognized the eternal ne.
cessities. Bridget was "a true Malo.
ney' Food was a necessity. She would
rather have dwelt in marble halls. but
she was a woman. Women have no
votes consequently, they are not use.
iul 70 politicians. Being a woman.
she could not yet on the police force.
10 accomplish her necessity. she went
into a kitchen. Inscrutable are the
DEGREES OF fate. Who shall say there
Is not an oyerruling power
But she was beautiful. To see her
on a sunday with the house. maid
arrayed IN her mistress's best
clothes. was to see a vision OF
beauty equalled by few and e1eelled by
none. II would have been better, per.
haps, had she put on white stockings
with her silk dress; but the unities are
not always observed. silk dresses and
blue WOODEN stockings 90 often togeth.
81. ] have seen such incongruities even
IN the theatre.
She had money IN The savings bank.
che was, lhereiole, beloved.
Dennis MRnoney, policeman on that
peat, loVed her al first sight. He made
inquiries concerning her book at the
savings bank, and that love became
distraction. He laid seige 10 her heart.
lie irequented her kitchen. He ate
cold corn 5gei with her OF the kitchen
table, and manifested his tenderness
~ many ways. lie took her to balls
where she was observed OF all obsery.
ers. He proposed 70 her-she accent.
cd him.
But the course OF true love never
did run smooth. This remark is not
mime saw u once 10 n book But as 1
u - as good AS any can make. un.
hesltaiinely use H.. At ball she met |
Patsey McGonigle. and Patsey was. |
entranced. Patsey was a porter in a 4
Wholesale pickle warehouse. and was a 4
handsome man. lie fell madly in love |
with her, Rnd-oh' the fick,enass OF 1
womanl- she fell lnadly in love with /
HIM. He moved upon her az once.
lie proposed. She accepted.
Here Is a situation. A girl engaged
TO two men. IL is narrowing. il is
true.
The next night Dennis called as was
his custom. Bridget was not cruel.
She desired TO put him out OF his sus.
pcnse as quickly as possible. on the
same principle We shoot men through
the head. The head is vital part.
She told him that She had ceased 70
love. him and would not marry him.
"Dost love another" demanded
Dennis.
Il do--deyoiedly- wildly-madly.
Away: man; ! wonld see thee no
more"
And Dennis left her, grinding his
teeth A be reached the street the
ram was beating fUriously, and the
tightening was illuminating the air. IL
Was a iit night for the swearing OF a
.errlble oath, for the formation OF a
eartul purpose.
Dennis Mahoney stood in the storm
nut he needed IL not Taking OF his I
.oat and vest that he might tear open :
iis shirt aud swear il due form. with
me hand IN the air. with the other
lenahed ~ his hair, with the pitiless
ain beating on his bare breast and :
ne Vivld lightning illuminating the /
Gene, he swore to be r.r.revenJ'di
lie kept his oath.
The next night Dennis Mahoney was I
the familiar kitchen with Bridget.
r. nothing had been moved, every. q
hing was there. There was the range. a
he TIN ware, the table, and the sink.
IN that table he had eaten--the sight Y
roueht powerful remembrance to his {
lind, and he burst into tears. On c
nat table, alasl he should eat never. o
lorel nevermorPl @
Bridget, said Dennis. You love o
Ie not--let me at least be your friend. .
e my friend" IA
''lt is we'll" returned the damsel, fl
While cannot love you SO long as a.
le visage OF the MoGonigleis imprint. 81
on this heart, can at least respect le
Du; aud | will" sc
" Bridget, your good is ever in my in
ind; ! dream OF you by night and Ia
I'd think OF you hy day, or as I like W
} be accurate, dream by day and I'll
link by night, as have night beat. SO
our good is my study. Bridget W.
,ur kindling wood is green. and to to
art fire in the range is difficult. WI
ere is a liquid which bought for pc
Du-for you--that makes il easy. m
e you pour n little on the wood ~
N touch match to tit burns. Is az
not gorgeousY"
As Bridget stopped TO examine it. ne
q careful observer, had he been wa
ere, would have seen the expression nc
n demon on his onra oman conn tn