Passaic City record., 1897-06-19

W T(Sw Had T been
Younger, I might possibly have in
dulged in a dream of the time when
riches and luxury should be mine,
when the inner circle of society should
be my world; but I was no longer
young. At sixty one is contented with
sufficient, and wealth loses much OF Its
fascination. 1 have found it so, at
least.
There was block for two or three
minutes, and the occupants OF the car
riage which was standing just in front
of me arrested my attention. There
were two ladies and gentleman
husband and wife and daughter l took
them to be. The man, who was about
my age, was exceedingly good-looking,
am the young lady was pretty, but 1t
was the elder lady who particularly in
terested me- Her hair was quite white
and her face pale, but SO handsome,
and so exquisitely sweet in expression,
that in a moment my old brain was
weaving a romance about her. Many
people looked at the carriage and sew
eral bowed. Evidently the occupants
were people we'll known.
"You seem interested" said man,
touching my arm, as the carriage
moved on.
eyes," I answered, shortly. have
a rooted aversion to entering into con-
yersation with strangers.
The man looked at me euriously,
with smile upon his face. He was
tall and thin, only fairly we'll dressed,
but of gentlemanly bearing, and there
were deep lines under his eyes and
about his mouth.
''I have been looking for you for
two months past" he said.
''For me! You have made mis-
take, I think"
"You have changed little, Mr.. Har-
graves; 1 must have changed much,
or you would remember me.
"Certainly I have forgotten you," I
said, politely, hearing him call me by
name.
''Robert Denmore
For a moment I was silent-Den-
more!
"Of course-yes. We met in Vienna,
didn't we?"
He nodded and we shook hands.
"Vienna-twenty years ago. said.
elbow time fies What have the years
brought to you?''
ga living death" was the strange
answer.
I looked inquiringly at him.
"True," he said. ''Come to my
rooms and renew our old friendship.
I haven't friend left in the world ex-
cept you; and cannot let you go now
I have found you. I have been look
ing for you for two months-two
months tomorrow. I can fix the time
to an hour
Robert Denmore had always puzzled
me-he puzzled me now. AS 1 walked
home with him, my mind slipped back
twenty years. He and I had met in
Vienna, and finding our tastes agreed,
had travelled about together for few
months. We became very good friends,
but he told me little about himself.
He seemed to have done with the past
altogether, and thought very little
about the future. I remember him
saying once, 81 never think about
what did yesterday; don't care what
happens tomorrow; to-day is all I
trouble myself about" and he carried
this system of existence to such an ex-
tent that arrangements were often up
set. No doubt there was secret in
his past life, but I found him an inter
esting companion, and his secret did
not concern me.
After dinner that night we sat and
smoked.
''It does me good to see you again, %
he said fThe fact of the matter is,
that / want to tell you story. Were
you never curious about me in the old
days?''
"Yes, often.''
"Well, I want to tell you my his
tory. I was disappointed man then;
I am broken-down one now, without
friends, almost without money. Oh!
am not going to borrow. You re-
member when left you and returned
to England?"
ST do, and you promised to look me
up in London, which promise you
never kept
''No; but you received letter from
me telling you that I was going
abroad?"