El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-08-01
4 FATEFIJI, NEMESIS.

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break her heart sooner or later save your
all, woman's heart is hard to break 1t
| is off with the old love and on with the
new with the whole sex, find
But you don't know this girl, Ben.
She is a blamed sight too good for me.
She is one of those sweet, refined girls
| whose affection absorbs her whole soul,
| and l know she loves me as few men
| are ever loved. Every look, word or &C
| ton tells me it is true, and, though 1 feel
| that have made a mistake, Ben, 1 can
| not tell her so.'
| Don't tell her thing, Jack. That is
not the way to manage a woman. Sim
ply disgust her with yourself. Stop send
| ing her flowers and knickknacks; don't
| take her out much, and when you do
| praise up some other woman to her-a
girl hates that-and keep her guessing as
| to what you think of her. And, Jack,
| don't go over often. Tell her you are
| taking up new study or working nights.
| She won't believe you, of course, but
| that won't matter. Make engagements
and fail to keep them. or go over late,
or be seized with a desire to return early.
| Oh. there are hundred and one ways
| to aid you"
Il believe 1 will try it, old man. But
you hear of our marriage you can know
| lost heart"
Cheer up, Jack, my boy said Ben
Mallory, wringing his hand. Love Is a
lottery, and Cupid is a merry little fellow
| when you know how to manage him"
Ben Mallory and Jack Downs had
known one another but month, yet In
that short time had developed a firm
| friendship that only the confidence Of
youth can install. They were both stran-
gers in the city and brother lawyers in
the same firm, which added to their con-
geniality.
Jack was an only child, adored by his
parents, while Ben was one Of large
family of two marriages, whose place In
his home numerous half brothers and sis
tiers usurped. He had been reared by
wealthy uncle of family, with whom
he had lived for years, returning to his
own home once a year for a short vaca-
ton. For his own people he cared little
and seldom spoke of them, not wishing
to explain their strained relations. Yet
If Ben Mallory ever truly loved a being
on earth he loved his sweet little half
sister, Kitty Kempster. She was now
at college and had lately ceased to write
to her big, handsome brother often as
was her wont.
Ben had not seen Jack Downs since
their talk, though he heard from him
he had gone for a rest. 81 am taking
your advice he wrote, "but the girl
battles me. l don't know how to take
her, and / feel like a COMPOUNDED brute.
I've a mind to make a clean breast Of
it."
The next letter said: "Ben, 1 am free.
After all, am not happy. l wish had
been square with the little girl. She let
me down hard. Mother has set her heart
on my marrying an heiress in town, but
of the two the little girl suits me best"
That fellow is FOOL murmured
Ben as he lfolded a small missive from
home. He loved that girl and didn't
know it"
Ben smoothed out the paper and read:
Dear Ben-Can't you come home? Kitty does
not happy. The child never complains, but
she seems to be slowly fading away. She always
loved you. and you might cheer her up bit.
MOTHER
kitty unhappy Ben ran his fingers
through his straight, black hair and
thought hard. 1T is some man." he
said to himself. II should like to put
my two hands about his ugly throat and
choke him-sor' And he crushed the let
ter in his strong hands, then threw it
from him impatiently. Eyes, 1 will go
and cheer up the little girl. Poor little
Kit. She is not like other girls"
Two days later Ben sat in Kitty's coy
sitting room, with the bright freight
shining ON her pale little face and reflect
ing the tears in her honest gray eyes.
Ben drew her down beside him on di-
van Tell me all about it, little girl
he said.
'There is not much to tell" she whis-
pered, nesting close in his strong, low
ing arms as a tired child might do when
weary with play.
Il loved him, Ben. Oh, 1 did love
him so, He was kind and true at first,
and then he seemed to grow moody and
sullen and often cruel. 1 didn't under
stand at first"
Ben shuddered as a strange feeling Of
horror crept into his heart.
$50 on, little girlv' His voice sounded
unsteady.
sometimes l would not see him for
days, and he got so 1 could never depend
on him, and he never kept his word. He
could not kill my love, Ben, though l
finally tried 70 hate him. But he spoiled
my life and killed my respect for him,
and now L despise him, thoroughly de-
spise him-yet love him still
Ben's face had lost it's gentle express
sion, and with stern set features he
stared at the polished floor.
What is his name and who is hep
His hard voice startled the girl
Jack Downs. l met him at college,"
answered Kitty.
Ben Mallory sank back among the soft
cushions, while a look of pitiable remorse
crept into his dark eyes, and the llneshn
his face deepened as with age. Kitty
crossed the room and gently stirred the
Goals in the open CRATE. The dying en-
bers threw a shadowy light on Ben's
dark face as he watched the girl.
''May God forgive me!' he murmured
81 have broken the heart of