Connecticut western news., 1897-03-04

long way from the nearest habitation at nightfall and yet not offer her any assistance in my power
 "Well, as I said, she was crying stormily, and I set about finding out why. She told a most blood curdling tale of parental cruelty. It wasn't true I've found that out since. She was only 16, but she could tell an extraordinari- ly good lie. AS a matter of fact, she had found that particular flame of hers was going to take another girl to some shindy. But the cruel treatment story did nicely, and I comforted her-she was such a mere child. I honestly thought. The lie was innocent enough. They aren't taught to think falsehood anything serious. She was just trifie shy and shrinking, like little girl who puts her hands behind her and lowers her lashes at the advances of stranger. In fact, that is exactly what she did. You should have seen those flashes. You'd have been just as big fool as I was and have staid until the moon rose and made an appointment for an- other meeting, and eventually you'd have fallen as badly in love as I did.
 "We always met under this tree. It was on her fathers land, but quite out of sight of the house. She said that if he were to find us together he would re- double his brutality, but assured her that if we were discovered we would run of at once and get married. The child was in one of her acquiescent moods and lowered her eyes and agreed. Of course I could only manage to get away on Saturday evenings or Sundays this is the anniversary of our meeting, by the bye you see I cling to old mem- ories-but we made the most of our time. never had been so infatuated as I was with that Spanish child, with her tawdry, bright frocks, her shy ways, her gorgeous eyes and her broken Eng fish. She really was Spanish and not Mexican, learned"
 "They all are.' ventured
 1T know, but your sarcasm is wasted. In this case it was beyond question, and there was American blood in her veins, too-a little of it.
 II insisted upon running away with her and getting married at sea, and, after no end of refusals, she finally con- sented. Oh, I was far too smitten, too ensnared, to have 1t occur to me then how Q match of the sort would hamper my career; how an ignorant country girl would prove thorn in my flesh in the critical town clique; what social drag she would be upon mel I knew fa, (N-. but when a man wants to marry in spite , of his family he is apt to look upon it as small stone to be kicked out of his path, and it takes him some time to dis cover that his pebble is good sized powder.
 "But we quarreled. A long pause, while Barry lit another cigar from the old one and puffed it into glowing. I kept silence, and after awhile he went on: "You may think most women are fiery. but you should try Spaniard. She got the cruel father-a harmless, shriveled up old fellow-to take her in- to town behind one of his trotters one day. She wanted to buy gown, which she told him was for some kind of baile out here, but 1t was really to get married in. had brought her sample of the stuff I wanted her to get; other wise she'd have appeared in pink and green and white lace beyond doubt.
 Well, she saw me on the street with city girl. believe it was Nora Clarke You remember her? She was the merest acquaintance, as you know, and treat ed her as one does any woman one hap pens to meet. We passed a confection- er's, and I, naturally enough, asked her to have some soda water. I don't SUD- pose I'd have done it if I'd known that Ysadora was around, simply because I was aware that she wouldn't take it as an American fiancee would have done.
 ''But she was around, and she thought I was doing the deadly devoted, so the next Saturday, when we were to have run away, she met me with approaches and tears and deviltry generally. She wouldn't listen to reason. She tore up the new gown and refused ever to mar ry me or any other man, and she used some strong but musical Spanish. I fan cy she was more jealous than hurt, but I-well, was completely done up. To say that she looked more beautiful than ever would be to put it weakly. When saw her disappear for good over be- hind that clump of eucalyptus, was on the verge of suicide. Pity stopped at the verge
 "The fellow who has since built the i hotel bought this spot, that saw our meeting and our parting, when her old father died, a year or so later. "You came along just as I was going over old memories and wishing-I sup pose I should not say it-wishing that | it were six years ago, and that l was still blindly infatuated with my Span | ish sweetheart of 16."
 am not fond of the modern unfinish- ed story. I want to see the heroine laid in her grave by a host of weeping | grandchildren, and the hero following her oontentedly soon after, so I asked, But what became of the girl?' | Nothing ever becomes in real life, I" he answered.
 "Where is she now?" persisted.
 "In the ballroom, dancing the cotil- lon with Thornton.
 | ''Then"--
 "Yes We made it up after her fa- ther's death and were married-on dry land-and have lived happily ever aft CT, 2" he added, shrugging his shoulders and throwing away his cigar. dolen Overton in San Francisco Argo- naut.
 Ended Life With Laudanum.
 ROCHESTER, March 2.-Henry J. Stein
 travelling salesman, who registered a
 the St. Paul hotel as John c. Allen O
 Portland, Me, was found dead in bet
 with indications of laudanum poisoning.