Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-10-21
LOVE AND MAMMON.

was an hour over my appointed time
when 1 reached my uncle's office in Nine
ing lane. was informed certain yuu1g
lady was with my uncle.
"How long has she been here, Pat?' l
exclaimed.
Maybe half an hour, more or less"
"And has my uncle sent down stairs to
know If I had arrived during that timer
"Shure. The boy Virgins has been sent
for ye twice, and upon the last occasion
the dirthy young spalpeen told as how the
bear was growing and grunting while the
pretty colleen was crying fit to break her
heart"
''And you think l had better not go
up?" l exclaimed anxiously and nervcusly
as l stood with the door ajar listening for
any sounds from above.
We'll, Masther Frank, if ye took an
ould FOOLS advice-that's me-ye would
say, Pat, darlint, run up and see how the
land lays
Excellent. l never thought of that
Run along. I am in fever to get the
matter over, and, Pat, just ask Miss Liv-
ingstone if she will mind calling at Bridget
Flanagan's in Monument Yard. Tell her
wish to see her very much; that l start
for Liverpool tonight. You may add that
will not Ietain her long"
'All right; don't fear; the pretty colleen
will DO waiting for ye; I'll answer for that
same. Be the powers, what q fine couple
ye would make, and it's the likes of me
that would just like to dance at yer we'd
ding. Och, now, don't change color. Does
ye think ould Pat Finnigan can't see
through We both?'
For some time past had been in the
habit of meeting dear girl who at that
moment was engaged with my uncle.
What was her business with the morose
and gloomy colonial broker had never
presumed to ask her. Dora Livingstone
was an orphan and was residing in Lon
don with ii relative with whom, fancied,
Mark Hammersley had some little bust
ness transactions which were carried Oh
through the means of the timid and pretty
Dora. For weeks and weeks | had blind
ly worshiped the fair being, who, by her
artless and winning manners, won my
heart. First brief and silent inclination
of the head was the only acknowledgment
between lis, then word at passing, until
upon one occasion, waiting my uncle's ar
rival trifling conversation led on to mu-
tual explanations and the discovery that
we were both Maynard children of fate,
with the world before us and no one to
love or cherish us. Both young, the re-
suit may be foreseen. For myself fell
hopelessly in love- just as l was getting
impatient she made her appearance, weep
ing bitterly, while Pat, following behind.
angrily exclaimed;
That Internal ould mon has been bully
ing the pretty colleen, and bedad, ye'0
better show up, Masther Frank. Shure,
and if the ould haste came down wei be
ruined entirely" Pat literally tore mt
away from the weeping Dora, whom had
caught in my arms Recalled to myself,
l now hurried up stairs my heart beating
wildly with conflicting emotions. l was
about to be dispatched to Liverpool.
knew not how long should be away and
had to deliver an inexplicable message
given me in the street by "a stranger,
though apparently we'll acquainted with
my morose relative.
Upon entering the counting room dis.
covered in moment that my uncle was
in one of his DEVILS moods.
$50, young man, you have arrived at
last. Lost yourself in the fog, suppose?'
There was grim, surly sneer in this salu.
tation, the evil look upon his features
changing, however, to one of alarm as l
exclaimed: 81 met stranger in Tower
street just now, uncle. He told me his
name was Bill cambridge Tell the old
man Boston Bills in London! he shouted
out and then disappeared in the fog.
.,oI knur II To-,
possible! What sort of man was this-a
tall, sallow faced, rough looking scoundrel,
was he, with gold rings depending from
hisearsi" In wild excitement my relative
here grasped me by the arm as he drew the
faithful portraiture Of the stranger had
encountered in the street shortly before
When told him that he had depicted the
man to>the very life, Mark Hammersley
exclaimed:
"You must call tomorrow morning,
Frank. Let me see you at o'clock, be-
fore Saunders gets here. Good night. I
Il don't feel we'll, my boy"
"Well, there is skeleton in every house,
the old saw has II" muttered as I once
more gained the street, land l suspect,
for all his wealth, that Mark Hammersley
is not to be envied." CHANGING back OBJ
served his shadow passing and repassing
across the drawn blinds. Then, hurrying
away as the fair image of the lovely girl
was presently to meet arose before me, I
dismissed the strange business entirely
from my thoughts.
was met at the door of the house in
Monument Yard by buxom cousin of
my friend Pat who said;
"Shure, and yell find Miss Living
stone in the parlor. Whirra, it's in sorrow
she is. Mayhap ye will stop the tears Of
the pretty colleen" The comedy Norah
here, with a roguish smile, pointed to
half glass door, through the window panes
of which caught sight Of the girl loved.
Long and flxedly gazed, with beating
heart, upon the sorrowing girl. Then,
warned by a low laugh from the lips of
Norah, raped at the door, and receiving
an invitation to come In at once entered
the chamber.
Darling forward now caught the little
soft hands of the weeping girl in mine,
pressing my lips to her flushed cheeks
and then to her golden hair.
$50, then, Dora, you are mine-my own
darling now and forever!" I exclaimed.
"Let this be our betrothal night. See,
dear girl, here Is ring that was once my
mothers, little keepsake have never
parted with, and in return / must have
this, my own" Placing the gift from my
mother upon one Of the tiny fingers held
in mine, at the same moment abstracted
from Dora's left hand ring she wore, but
az held the gem up to the light cry Of dis
tress escaped the lips Of my betrothed, who
In wild terror exclaimed:
"Oh, Frank, what have you done,
Frank Woe Ia mel You have breed our