The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1895-06-13

art isn't an honest man; that when he
is lucky enough to possess the where
withaP to do So he is known to gam
BILE; that he plays far sharper games
than cards"
joel" His Cousins blazing eyes con-
fess to him a truth he would almost
rather die than admit. He knows that
when those steadfast eyes burn with
such fires of Indignation, beneath them
will melt his most carefully built walls
of precautions; that the woman before
him will go to the ends of the earth
with a man she trusts as she trusts
Stuart, and that she will continue to
believe in him though the heavens fall.
There, Kate, I'm done. Remember
I've warned you, and blame only your
self III, in the future, there should be
the deuce to pay"
Jack Stuart is an artist
$50 he says"
"He is poor"
HE certainly presents a seedy APP
pearance, and 'seedy rhymes with
needy in my book of po-"
BE silent: You shall not traduce the
man love and trust! Prove your ter
rible accusations are true before you
try to SANDER an honest man.
Joe looked with wonder and sadness
into the eyes of the wrathful girl. Then,
musing upon the strength, the OBJ
stinacy, the depth of woman's love,
turned and went his way.
Just how the evil reports had started,
how the whispered rumors of the shady
dOings of Stuart had spread about town,
how all such insinLations had ever
gained their first impetus was never
known. But Joe had heard tidings that
had driven him to word his anxiety and
belief to Kate. His cousin, he feared,
already loved the rather dashing and
debonair young fellow who had mys-
teriously disappeared from his own Bo-
hemian world and it was to save Kate
from after regrets that Joe provoked
her ire.
Another week passed. and no news
came to Joe or Kate concerning Jack
Stuart. The girl grew quiet and wan,
and raised such pitiful, questioning
eyes to meet Joe's own that the heart
within him was touched, and he longed
for any news whereWith to break her
wearing suspense.
At last tidings of Stuart's where
abouts reached him. A gang of green
among them bore the name of Jack
Stuart
Should he tell Kate this woeful bit
of news-that fact that must kill the
love she fondly cherished, and, by SO
doing, probably break the faithful,
trusting heart?
In his perplexity Joe halted at the
corner where he must turn to go to his
= CHI
ne not? Absent mindedly gazing about
him his glance CHANGED to fall upon the
glitter of precious stones that lay just
where the afternoon sun glinted through
the pane of jewel-lined window. The
flash blinded him for an instant, and,
turning from the glare, he saw further
on upon velvet tray tiny gold watch,
set in diamonds.
With a cry he stared at the elegant
little timepiece; then, as if he must
satisfy himself more fully, he dashed
into the shop, over whose door hung
three shining balls.
'I-I have come to redeem that watch
in the window yonder.'
He was asked for his ticket-his num-
bered certificate.
"Oh-ah-yes-to be sure! And Joe
went through a searching pantomlme
worthy a professional clown. BLESS
my soul! Can I have lost it-can +"
The shopman's eyes twinkled If the
certificate of deposit were not forth
coming the watch was his own.
IT certainly have lost it!' cried Joe,
inwardIy bewailing the blackness of his
sin.
"You are not the person who fetched
it here" said the pawnbroN+r.
mo, but he has sent me to redeem it
for him. I can tell you his name; it is
Jack Stuart.
That's all very we'll, but Jack Stuart