Arizona republican., 1898-11-22
THE SADDEST
 ARE THESE.

John W&tterson sat on the edge of his bed in his little hall bedroom, thinking. The lower drawer of the bur eau in front Of him within two fect Of the bed was open, and in it two O. three shirts lay in great disorder, as though tumbled by an impatient hand.
 They're all pretty bad-frayed and worn, said John to himself. Its a question, though, whether 70 wear one of th7m or buy neW one and go with out decent dinner. Let's look again"
 He took the shirts out, one after an ouAcr, examined the bosom of each crit ically, and threw them in turn on the bed. Then he opened his wallet and took out some biils.
 Four dollars, and it's only the mid de of the week" he sighed. 'I shall have to buy the new shirt and eat a S0-cent table d'hote at Bucci's."
 He thrsW the shiI,s into the drawer.
 If l hadn't sent those hoWers this afternoon" It came over him sud- denly how absurd it was for him to buy roses. like those. But he remembered the fine sense Of luxury he had eXperi- enced when buying them-only it was a bit humiIiating to have to ask the price beforehand. But they were fer her, and he would go without his din- ner any time to be able to send her flowers. Still, it was absurd. What a bitter chance of fate it was that had thrown him into WaIl-bred society, where people dressed we'll and dincd well habitually-where he belonged, he felt, by every right, but the possession of filthy lucre. He said filthy lucre" alCUd, and tCCll a certain pleasure in the phrase. Better for him to have lived Quistly and known only the peo- pie he met every day at his work and never seen her.
 He pUt on his hat and coa1 and went down stairs. As he was Opering the front door his landlady entered the hall from the front parlor, and presented him with the bill for his lodging.
 Last weeks, MT. Watterson, you know-'
 ''Yes. yes. Mrs. Higgins. This Satur- day I will settle for las; week and this week together l overlooked it last Saturday, and I haven't the money with me just now. But this week Sat UTday--
 ''Oh. all right thought I'd re- mind you
 Wat,erson had closed the door and was out in the street.
 A few minutes later he was sitting in Buccis restaurant. He could not help noting the meanness of the place. the smoky atmosphere, the cheap pine chairs with cane seats, the thin table men, and comparing them with the appur tenances of f:he dinners he had eaten in private houses. He found a certain pleasure in doing so. Thsre was a piquant contrast in dining cX- ] cellently three days week, and l wretcbedly the other four
 Here 1 am now at half-past eas- ing in this disgusting place"-he no- i ticed that the man who was sitting OD- i pOsite him at the table had his napkin l tucked under his chin and was es ting with his knife-''in two hours l shall . be sitting in q beautiful drawing room, where every object speaks of refine ment and luxury, talking with -
 It seemed hidecus to think Of her in his present surroundings. She did not know he dined, had to dine sometimes. in such places. Would she not be dis gusted with him is she knew? The thought took away his appetite. He finished the insipid entree, and the sickish pudding as soon as possible, lighted a cigarette to take the taste out of his mouth and hurried cut On his way back to his room he stopped at a haberdasheTs and bought a shirt.
 Sitting on the edge of his bed. hs began to argue with himself whether
 
 knew all the time that he would go. He realized that it was dangerous for him to go, that his eyes constantly betrayed his secrct-which ne knew she knew. Could he trust his lips net to betray it? { Three words might put an end to everything. It was a terrible risk. He had decided long ago not 10 tell her, 1 not until he had the right to say more than three words. Blu, suppose-yes, suppose she should care a Iittlc--per- ; haps a great deal-- | was possible. , He recalled two or three glances, two CT three words, softly spoken at q dance, which were burned into his The o;o thrill Of them re- { turned. But suppose she should nO,-- l what then? An. yes, what then? Any way, he would go to see her that night He put on his dress clothes aud went : out. Half an hour later he climbed I the steps Of brown sone house, rang l the bell and was admitted. .
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 It was cold and late when he stood