Lexington gazette. [volume] (Lexington, Va.) 1871-1962, 1898-04-27
POETIC JUSTICE.

Ane room was full of the delicat
perfume and violets. A jar, holding
the purple flowers, stood on The tabl,
beside the bed. The man who had lust
entered the room removed the upl;ebt.
ed weed from his lips and stood mo.
tlonlesr, inhaling the fragrance.
| With an angry exclamation he strobe
10 the window, lIfed the sash and
Threw the offending flowers as far
as his strength would permit. Down.
down, they futtered, swaying this way
ana that like little things, in the brisk
evening wind, until they touched The
turf OF the well-kept plaza Of the hotel.
A flood Of soft moonbeams poured
into the room. The man stood ouietIv
IN the refulgent glow. He was tbink.
ing moodily. "Pahl violets were
reminiscent of Alicia" He did NOT |
wish to think Of her now, when the |
glamour OF another scene was 30 fresh.
ly upon nina scene in a dim old |
garden. where brilliant peoples bios.
/, In rank profusion, and the soft,
ianguorous tones Of a Cas.ilian putois
made music in his ears.
Who could have put vioIets in his i
rooml 1t must have been Lee Wing.
me Chinese boy, though sentiment in c
lie almond eyed heather there was t
'one' 1t could not be that Alicia was
his brow darkened and u
arses sprung to his lips. "Nonsense b
was IMPOSSIBLE" and he threw him. s.
eli upon the bed and lived over again B
lat hour in lthe neglected GARDEN t.
we'd with shining eyes and smiling ID
ps until dark lashes and soft arms II
ingled with the fantasies of dream.
nd. w
Herbert somers had left bis affianced D
re IN an old Puritan town in Massa. st
usetts, three years before, while he We
out to seek his fortune. The we'd tn
lg day had been set for the autumn
yard which the date of our story is sc'
1t hur'ying. His letters to her had thu
'wn less frequent with the years, me
ne coldly analysed his feelings to- Ion
rd her now. She had been a little OF
er to Vim, obedient and trustful is
had blindly offered himself one at a b
loon, whom she wore a white gown Ian
vlolefs at her breast and in her tra'
. he loathed violets now. line
ne wrote him pathetic little letters, to t
OF prayers and happy tears, and in sire
IN he sent her sketches Of his life star
ng new people-careless. Ugh
Inch she returned as to fetch. as 1t
ut little heather as could be The
q In a New England village in this hear
nry. saud
4 ber n.r,o 49, wher
u her name never sprung to his be W
LID ne'1' was not IN her keeping. on til
ever, he had fully determined to like a
the old home and marry Alicia in VITA
,mber. He wo,ld ,oL.L,u not o
"a ri, p'O''o9 na'e fowel
o''e iulo execution II no the 8,
'o1 oeen oilndfolded by fate aud loved.
o Monterey, ostensibly for basi. her n,
but actually that Love might PATTY
ole him in ber s;,Lo nnkne
ia e'".S the So
WV weeks IN the old 4
sh town already. Perhaps GER In ,
lances from dark-eyed Sonora, young
'as guest at the same hotel. dow.
have told why he fingered, even aha al
N his pocket there were letters bar a. >
is firm urging him to move on bed, D,
pastures. Two pairs Of eyes, enteret
lder, one compelling, can no srancl'
Q governed by the rules of ordi-
Q than can The tide cease to
the mysterious attraction ~