Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1895-06-13
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Che memory he muttered. strange
STRANGE, See. I remembered all that,
aad forgot you! But / know what
you santa suit Of clothes. Yes. you
need them badly, and l also need the
unoney for them. Ha, hal And you
will not have the fine coat Of Milford
Tnglesei No, no! / understand. will
0nd you something; patience, pa
tfence!"
And he began TO grope among the
number OF things that were thrown In
q confused heap at the back OF the
shop. While in this attitude he looked
90 gannt and grim that he reminded
me Of an aged yulture STOPPING over
~earrion, and yet there was something
pitiable about him. too. In a way /
was sorry for him; a half-witted
wretch, whose life had been full Of
Ssrent fate was his 10 mine, l thought!
such gain and wormwood. What a diff
u had endured but one short night Of
agony; how trifing Ii seemed COM
pared to his hourly remorse n srf-
fering! He hated Nina for an act OF
thoughtlessness; well, no doubt h
was not the only woman whose exist
snce annoyed him; II was most proba-
BILE that he was at enmity with all
women. i watched him pityingly as
he searched among the worn-out gar
ments which were his stock-in-trade,
and wondered why death, so active In
shifting down the strongest IN the city,
should have thus cruelty passed by
fhis forlorn wreck OF human misery,
Tor whom the grave would have surely
been a most welcome release and rest.
He turned round at last with an ex-
Gitant couture.
81 have found itg' he exclaimed.
s-The very thing TO suit you. You are
perhaps a coral fisher? You will like
O 1sherman's dress. Here is one, red
sash, cap and all, In beautiful condi-
Con. He that wore Ii was about your
height; II will nt you well as 1t fitted
him; and, look you, the plague is not
On it: the sea has soaked through and
through II; 1t smells Of the sand and
weed"
He spread the rough garb out before
me- / glanced at Ii carelessly.
did the former wearer kill his
wifef' l asked, with a slight smile.
The old rag picker shook his head
and made a sign with his outspread
6ngers expressive Of contempt.
Not he. He was q fool He killed
himself."
How was that? BY accident or de-
signT'
"Che. Chel He knew very well what
Ae was doing. 1t happened only two
months since. IL was for the sake OF
black-eyed jade; she lives and laughs
al day long up at Sorrento. He had
been on a long voyage; he brought her
pearls for her throat and coral pins
For her hair. She had promised TO
marry him. He had just landed; he
met her on the quay; he offered her
the pearl and coral trinkets. She
threw them back and told him she was
tired of him. Just that-nothing more.
He tried to soften her: she ragged al
him like a tiger-cat. Yes, / was n
of the little crowd that stood round
them on the quay; | saw 1t all. Her
black eyes flashed; she stamped and
bit her lips at him, her full bosom
heaved as though II would burst her
laced bodice. She was only a market
girl, but she gave herself the airs OF a
queen. Il am tired OF your she said
Go him. Go, I wish to see you no
more" He was tall and well made;
powerful fellow; but he staggered,
his face grew pale, his lips quivered.
He bent his head a little. turned, and
before any hand could stop him he
sprang from the edge of the quay into