The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1902-10-24

| Probably the fellow was good Hooking
and glib-tOngucd; and 50 Ncllic, wom-
! an-like, was hattcrcd by his attcn-
tions But her hcart-ah, that belonged
| entirely 10 him. Tom Marston, And
| he did not intend 10 lose IL! But Mel
| lie, he repeated, must be taught a les
son, She would be expecting him TO
| call today or tomorrow or the day
! following; ana then she would write,
! begging him TO come ana see her.
But as the days went by nhc longest
! four he had ever known without bring
! ing the looked for letter. Tom became
| decidedly unhappy. TO stay in his
room was unbcarablc; TO seek his
| friends in his present state Of mind
was not to be thought OF, and 50, eager
for distraction, he walked into the city,
| and turning into music hall. booked a
seat In the stalls.
The curtain rose: and as turn" sue
ceeded turn" il Is probable that in
all that vast audience the one implaca-
| bly, severe critic was Tom Marston
| Nothing pleased him. The comic songs
| lacked humor; the sentimental pos
scssed distinct tendency u pathos;
| the acrobatic fcats were devoid of orig
inality; even Stella May. the star OF
| the evening, radiant, Outshining all her
predecessors, failed 10 awaken his in
| terest
ON the following day his pride was
perilously near CapituatiOn. Yes, he
would see Nclie-pcrhaps this very
| cvening-and If her explanation of her
conduct should prove satisfactorily all
might yet be well!
He has changed his collar and was
adjusting neat brand new necktic
when he heard the whirring of the
| electric bell. The postman! Ills heart
beat faster at the thought; and. full of
eager expectancy, he hurried TO the
front door.
Chronicle, siri'
With a sense of keen disappointment
Tom took the local weekly newspaper
from the newshoy, and re-cntcring his
sitting room. sat down, ana mcchani.
cally opened the sheet
For a moment or two he glanced in
differently across the columns. and
then, suddenly, his eye caught the fol-
lowing paragraph;
"HeroiSm of IIandsworth Lady"
Yesterday evening horse, standing
between the shafts Of n trap i'm Clare
mont avenue. took fright at a passing
steam roller and suddenly boltcd. 4
little boy who happened to bc playing
in the road at the time was in immi-
ncnt danger of hcing run over when a
young lady Miss Ellen Graham. Of
Ncnlnor Road seeing his peril. ran
into the roadway and rescued him.
Miss Graham, we regret 10 state, was
knocked over, the wheel passing over
her body, and now lies at her home IN
| Il prccariOus condition"
In a fash a uumbucss fCll upon his
| brain. This. however, lasted but a
moment. and was followed bya curious
sense Of unrcalty; and for a space he
sat staring at the paragraph. his face
| the color of cigar ash. "MiSS Ellen
Graham" 1t was a mistake! 1t could
not he his Nellie. his little girl, She,
who was SO strong and healthy when
he last saw her. to he suddenly struck
down, To he lying on n bed of pain,
| The troubled current of his thoughts
came to an abrupt Standstill Snatch.
ing his cap from the table he rushed
| 4 a al
he cover a mile So quickly as the one
which lay between his lodgings and
Ncntnor Road.
The door was opened 10y tall good
looking man Of thirty, or thcrcahouts
whose deeply tanned complexion
seemed Indicative OF a recent residence
in tropical climate.
Straightway Tom painted out TN,
question nearest his heart. The reply
to which c'Better much bcttcr') actot
upon him like news of a reprievc upor
a man awaiting execution.
You are Tom Marston. | suppose
| thought SO. | am Ned Ora
ham-Ncll's brother. Will yCu com,
inside?'
Ten minutes later Tom was standing
10y the bedside. They were alone.
II knew YOU would come" she whis
pered. her eyes lighting up with :
smile OF cladness.
\ hard lump suddenly sprang int,
Toms throat. IL came to him that tn
} shadow OF death was on her face. an,
with broken cry he sat down by th
bedside. Nell, Nell"' he cried. "Cai
you ever forgive me? My God! wha
a heartless brute"
: Hush. dear" she said soothingly
! and stretching out her hand she laid
caressingly upon his heal. IL was m
. fault-mine. | could lave explained
but ! didn't. let you go. and mad
yol unhappy. My brother Ned" sh
: continued. her voice growing stronger
2 wrote me letter begging lie TO NEE
] him"
{ Twas he you were with that ever
inc. oh what n fool. what a blin
$ fool"
{ Hush. Tom! you mustn't talk lils
e that. Besides" with n faint smi'e an
e a look Of neck severity its very rud