The age-herald., 1902-03-16

returned. But to whom had he talked
 and who had opened the letter addressed | to the other young woman? That wor-
 ried him. He Is now busily engaged with 1 three detectives in an attempt to unravel
 the mystery and as friend I have wired | to Tuscaloosa for the reservation of a
 padded cell for his use in the immediate
 future.
 On the Pan-American Monday night
 enroute South a party In the smoker told
 stories. Some were of love and amid the
 smoke Of cigars one with a tendency to | de>~dreaming could close ones eyes df the cinders would allow iD and picture the women whom each man described. I am afflicted with such tendencies; and was charmingly entertained until one very young fellow dust 9, I know) told
 his story. 1t was a passionate recital full of emotion, and quite enough to make us all fear for the boys future. He said 1t like this:
 "It was in a comparatively small town I saw her. She was with a friend of mine; and I determined I should be introduced when they first passed near where I was busy making sales. (The boy was drum mer) The opportunity I made in short time.
 T do not know what I said or how I acted. l only suppose I acted halfway genteel. I was stunned. It was all her grace, and that delightful languorous appearance.
 "She was tall-5 feet and inches, with a form quite as willowly and graceful as the notes of flute played by a master. Her eyes were spectacular, dark. dreamy, brown; most of the time overshadowed by lashes, long dropping, black. Her hair was the color of ravens feathers, | silky like the shimmery stuff of the | orient. Her complexion was brighter than | alive, the cheek bone being touched up
 by feverish. changing red. Her clothes
 were made of silk; they rustled; and | when she assumed a natural pose with
 ankle just in view, she called to the fore | all the passion of man.
 | "She made me want to crush her so
 tightly, tenderly that her. very heart
 would culver against by tongue as I | would pour out a maddened avaLanch of | passion In kisses. She was confusing, dis tracing; and as l gazed with tfushed
 face brimful eyes, burning lashes and trembling hnger-tips I wished she was mine-not another's wife.
 I met young fellow recently who is
 able to draw, I might say, respectfully.
 That Is to say he can do so we'll that
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 When he first secured this place he was
 engraver, artist and everything. After
 some months he secured an assistant
 and became artist only.
 This young fellow Is given to doing lit- tie songs dances and other work which has led him away from the newspaper
 to the stage on several occasions. Always he returned after a short tour to that
 same paper; which proved he was more
 newspaper sketcher than artist-stage
 artist. He says he Is a experimentation of each by circumstances
 But the story I am to tell is neither of | stage work nor of drawing, though it is | more nearly of the former than the lat | ter Anyway 1t deals with time when | he was invited to do a few songs and | turns at a social event on acquaintance | of his boss, or maybe his boss, was giv- ing. I have never learned just who was 'at home"
 | After doing all the turns he could call to mind from jig and banjo song to a grand opera sketch, he tried to go home But mo- no. He was not allowed to do this. He was forced to stay for the fun, although his wife was caring for a sick baby at his little cottage. This circum-
 stance he failed to mention however On account of the fact that he had never studied art, but had picked un''