The age-herald., 1901-02-17

He is a successful and prominent law yer in the State of Colorado, worthy son of an illustrious sire who was killed at Chancelorsville, and a scion of one of South Carolinas most aristocratic fami- lies. He is also distinguished looking, and wonderfully fascinating and mag netic man--by far the most lovable man I have ever known.
 She is a typical Southern gentlewoman, in the fullest sense of that very compre- hensive word Her face indicates great force of character, tempered with that gentleness and amiability so excellent in womankind. Her letters reveal a mind and heart of exquisite strength and beauty.
 For many years he has been my best friend, but I have only seen her letters and photos-so you who are reading this story know her almost as well as l do.
 She lives in the suburbs of a Southern city, in an ancestral mansion, famed for it's ante bellum hospitality, and upon whose walls hang family portraits of generations of ancestors
 Six years ago, when on a summer trip to Colorado Springs, she and my friend fell desperately in love, and were engaged to be married. She was 23 years of age and he was 32. They are not married yet-but are more in love with each other now than ever before. If such a thing is possible, they are getting more and more in love every day.
 Now comes the question my friend pro- pounded to me every day for a month while l was with him about three years ago. From then until now he has written me a letter about once month, as long as the moral law, filled with quotations from her recent letters and always end- ing with this appeal: Tell me now what you think she will do with mel"
 I have no idea what she "will' do with him, but really would be glad to know positively what she "should'' do with him, and shall appreciate any suggestion from any reader of the Age-Herald anent that perplexing question.
 It was December of that same year, 1894. He had come from his home in the West in a special car with relatives and friends to pluck this fair flower from her home and father in our sunny Southland. The old home was arrayed once again In its former splendor. It was brilliantly lighted, and literally over-crowded with rich bridal presents of every imaginable sort. The wedding upon the morrow was to be a notable one-the ceremony at . church, followed by the reception at home.
 Her numerous friends and admirers gave the expectant groom and his attend ants the customary bachelors dinner. At ter the dining he called, by appointment, to see her for the last time until they should meet at the chancel rail. When they were seated he noticed her turn very pale, her lips tremble and her body quiver, and asked If she was ill.
 Her reply may best be given in her own words, as he has repeated them to me- "No not i'll exactly-but ever so much worse than i'll. Do you recall that wondrously beautiful night in which you told me of your love for me, and my own happy heart was so glad to hear the words? Do you remember what l told you then of my dear brothers tragic death? How he was my fathers pride and my now sainted mothers ideal? They had only us two-brother and me. How he came back from the University or Virginia covered with honors; how he had there fallen into the habit of social drinking that rapidly grew upon him; how it broke our mothers heart and bowed our fathers head in shame: how he went from the deathbed of our moth- CT to his own room in this house and | there blew his brains out with a revolver You know the apology l made you for telling you so tragic and dark a story in my family history at such time; and you know that it was all predatory 10 my singularly frank statement that would be much happier and love you more if you would promise me never again to touch one drop of wine at any social function or elsewhere so long as lived Perhaps you remember how sa-