The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-12-21

GIL.
The Greek statues had, dare say,
seen q great many people kiss each
other 3, Geo or 5000 years ego, hut
they never saw q moro earnest ex-
charge Of such tokens of affection
than ours
Tomorrow, dear, said Bella, at
II o'clock would be the best time
for him. .
An exciting but felicitous evening
followed, unmarried by my sisters
scoff at the idea of my marrying a
medicine woman; SO she termed my
Bella.
But when Twas at Bella's fathers
door 1 did net feel happy. What
were my prospectss 1 had $500 a
year of my own; nothing else.
Of all things, too, Professor Whit
combe was teacher of philosophy.
It is just those men who are so cor
cerned with ideals that look so tre-
mendously sharp after the down
right material good things of this
life.
The gentleman disconnected me
from the outset by his formal man
ners and his blue glasses. Up went
his eyebrows when 1 told him what
1 wanted. Still he heard me to the
end. Only when I had exhausted all
my powers of asseveration about the
great things I could and would do
with Bella engaged to me did he
cough and pass sentence.
ST never in my life, MIR. -
(glancing at my card) "Marribone,
heard anything more absurd or i'm
practicable than your proposition,
/ have nothing more to say. Good
morning"
When was outside, 1 held my
senses just sufficiently to rush back
to Great Russell street. Some one
else got my seat, of course, a hulk
ing, raw young Scotsman, also a
Bart's man. l waited, however, till
lunchtime and then told her all.
"Poor Phil!' said she. "I-I'm
afraid it is all over!''
We are again among the Greek
gods and goddesses. She cried gen
tly as she spoke.
"But you love mes" asked in g
boiling rage against fate.
Eyes, love you,' said she chok-
ingly.
yet. Bella, always love me, and
things will right themselves. y
The kiss we then exchanged SEEM
ed our last, for, though l saw her in
the afternoon, she never again ap-
peared in the reading room.
wrote to her and received one
letter in reply as follows:
MY VERY DEAR PHlL-Fara forbids me tc
correspond with you in eny way, and must,
alas, obey him. can only repeat what you
know. You are enshfined in my Heart. Let Us
pray that the future may be brighter for l,s
both. Your fond BELLA.
Sweet, sweet letter, in spite of the
despair it Indicated!
For the ensuing fortnight I was
like one bereft of half his senses. ]
tried to work, could not and ran
down in health at a gallop.
learned that Professor Whit
combe was cold hearted, scheming
monster. He worshiped rank and
money, though he taught the pur-
suit of the noble, the true and the
beautiful. HyPocrite! 1t was plain
I had nothing to hope for from him.
Then my father compelled me- to
see our doctor-he and they all were
so alarmed at my personal appear
ance, plus a cough.
The upshot was that in middle
cember / was in the bay of Biscay,
bound for Australia. 1t was my only
chance, said the doctor. He little
knew. One word from that philoso-
pher fellow, and would have been a
Hercules in five minutes.
However, the Rubicon was passed.
had written ''goodby" to Bella
and received no answer.
Landing at Melbourne, I at once
made arrangements for going up
country to present certain letters to
a cattle owner, Mr.. Grant, among
whose acres and quadrupeds | was
supposed to have the best possible
chance of regaining health.
And here settled down.
It was less than 18 months after
ward that received an awful note
from Professor Whitcombe inform
ing me that his daughter was mar
ried to distinguished colleague in
every way able to insure her happi-
ness" That was how he put it.
was further requested to see both
the absurdity and impropriety OF
continuing to address letters to Bella
at her fathers house.
My own people confirmed the mis-
erable news. They didn't know the
particulars, but they had seen
Bella's name in The Times.
Once more I had a fit Of raving,
h,,+ II ,,occod on1 thoD T COT to work