The Opelousas courier., 1898-10-15

to examine 1t at leisure. 1t was gu
.ious still, but somehow not so clio
r1ous as l would have wished, and
was actually questioning the wisdom
of my choice when an approaching
football made me close the case. II
was light, though firm, and the yer.
lasting flint would have worn we'll be-
meath it. Something, more of the in.
tellect than of the sense, made NE look
up, and l saw Aer.
The sensation of being shot through
the heart has not, l believe, received
adequate literary expression, those
who experience it being usually pre-
occupied at the exact moment with
other matters; but l think I know
what it means. She stopped and we
gaZed at each other. She was in deep
black, but the pallor cnd gone from
her oval cheeks. Size m;rle a half ten
tative bow. L sprang to tg feet.
Il am so glad to see you,R l cried,
"because-I want to restore sdpething
you forgot i'm the restaurant N?ster-
a few weeks ago" /
How kind Of you," she said, >nm.
ing near.
"Oh, not at ALL" replied; "but I
hope YOU were, not incOnvenienced. l
should have sent it, but II didn't"
l put my hand in my breast pocket
hurriedly and extracted my handker-
chief, which in turn brought to light
a sheaf of letters and memoranda |
shook out at her feet like a sk1llful
conjurer. Then | tried the other peck
ct. but vainly. ITS a glove l said
weakly, gathering up my belongings,
zone Of yours, don't you know"
L r%ecollect-I missed it," she said
coldly.
But the cab went so quickly" I
pleaded; "ah, do sit down until l find
it,"
She did so. I was in a gentle pers-
Diration.
pray do not take SO much trouble"
she murmured plaintively.
"Hurrah, 1 have it, l cried, and l
extracted the wisp of silk from my
pocket, where I had thrust it
On leaving the shop.
80 kind of YOU" she observed, tax
.ng it. Then the powder ran out over
ner dress.
"How stupid I gasped, complete
Y demOralized now, and retaking the
glove l shook it vigorously until l had
a miniature dust storm. She
I devoutly wished that the
lying machine was an accomplished
act.
cts ruined" I muttered wofully, for
t certainly presented a piebald ap-
,earance.
She smiled. l sat down saying des-
'erately:
Would you allow me to keep it?
'he thing is of no use now"
"Why?" she answered quietly, but
he voice was low.
ITO remind me Of that happy day."
replied, shying.
Indeed? l am glad you think Of
/ as a pleasant one," she said gra-
"Mr. Turnbull was declaim-
ng all the way back in the cab. He
eemed prejudiced against YOU"
"He may be described as a man who
leans WELL" I observed severely. Il
ope he said something actionable."
ooh hardly that!!' she answered
"but he seems to have
his opinion lately. Your name
appened to come up in conversation
,-day and he said"
She paused! a sudden fame leaped
ito her cheeks.
"What did he say?" I demanded, try
g to look away.
"He said you were an honorable
an,".she replied, the point Of her par
sol tracing a lop-sided isosceles tri-
lgle in the dust, but"
"Ah. there is much virtue in that
ut" l observed bitterly.
'That you ought to settle down." .
le continued, tossing her head and
sing
$50 I SHALL" I cried, "but it depends :
ION my lady. I have her Portrait !.
re in this case. She is the only girl ,
shall ever care for in that way" l :
Lded, because q little qualification =
no harm at even the most eXalt- =,
moments. "By the way, she is an s
q%uaintance of yours, too" And, ,
the spring, I handed the cas-
t to her as the lid flew back. She
anced at me %curiously, very pale :
w. I, weak about the knees, watch :
a child trundle> a hoop past us. y
She uttered a little cry that sank :.
to a sobbing laugh. Then she sat !.
wn beside me and put one of the =.
nds / hope to hold when death beck !.
S me down the last dim turning of =
road, into mine. =
l trust she will make you a good =
fe," she said gravely. And Well, -
rely man born of woman can guess y
e rest.-London Black and White. =
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