St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1902-08-02

| perspective than a Chinese drawint
and she frequently and Intentional
wounded his self-esteem. Then fo
weeks he would devote himself +
another girl till, properly repentan
and fearful of his permanent alie1
alton she would greet him wit
Hello, Jimmie, Jimmie, Jimmie
What have you done to your hair
How funny you look! Poor ittl
Jimmie! Coming to take me for
drive?'
Jimmie" weighing the propose,
peace offering, would surlily &C
quiesce.
He thought her decidedly the pref
test girl he knew and would no
perhaps have doubted his love S,
long had it not been for her povert,
and his own. He took a childish de
light in the pretty clothes she wore
for he had originated in small tow
where a woman's weekday garment,
were of calico and her gala attir.
black bombazine, and for DAYS afte,
she had donned an especially effect
i've gown he would be very attentive
But soon, realizing that it might one
day become his province to pay fol-
her finery, he would cool of.
And Miss Coles did not love the
professor; she merely preferred him
to the others in her tomboy fashion.
She was not the possessor Of large
heart. There was room in it for but
one passion, and that was filled by
an inherited one, the hatred, deep,
unreasoning, relentless, of the Hon
orable Reading Payne.
In her walks about New York
streets, she often saw him driving
with his wife, the magnificent little
woman who would be heiress to so
many millions, and as she strobe
along in her calm, assertive beauty,
she envied her the luxurious carriage
and French gowns, though she might
just as well have begrudged some
shriveled mummy its rich wrappings.
And that man had ruined her father,
had deprived her of hundred girl
sh pleasures which she felt to be
her right, had rendered it necessary
Tor her to make her own dresses, had
been the cause of her bending over
that horrid blue crepe de Chine all
afternoon.
Unconscious of any anti-climax,
The would walk on, breathing fresh
Traits of hatred and wondering if
he time would ever come when she
:ould be revenged on him.
She was not literary in her tastes,
NEW practically nothing of books,
tut she had one day came across .
quotation in newspaper:
And II we do but watch the hour,
There never yet was human power
Which could evade, II unforgiven,
The patient search and vigil long
OF him who treasures up wrong.
She cut this out and treasured it,
nd often told herself that she would
Ike to meet the author. Yet, if any
ne had asserted that she admired
'yron, she would have indignantly
enied any acquaintance with his
;orks and have protested that she
ad no desire to read disgusting
ooks.
AS her diversions were usually of |
he nature of church fairs or sub
,ription dances it often happened
aat Mrs. Coles could not convenient
T spare the money for Elizabeth's
hare in them, or perhaps could not
1pply the new dress necessary for
lie function. And these little dis
ppointments doomed large in the
rl's horizon, and were all, she
fought, directly attributable to
eading Payne.
Sometimes on one of those even
gs her more fortunate friends
assed in dancing or at the theater,
le would fret herself into a. head
he, and even after going to bed
ould stare wide-eyed into the dark
'ss, spending the force of her young
ul in hatred. And not until she had
'agined that the rich politician had
son who would beg to be intro j,
iced to her and upon whom she
ould turn her back, or some other
nilarly soothing melodrama, would
e 60 to sleep. !;
If he had only bad a daughter over !
1om her beauty might have tri-
1phed! She had once been present 1,
an "at home" where Mrs. Payne :
d helped receive, and several :
mes during the afternoon had =
ught the eyes of the childless wo- !,
N fixed upon her with a certain
STIFFNESS which, strangely enough, \
2 had understood, and she met the =,
ze Of the plain, overdressed little :
dy with cool stare of her hard :,
own eyes, and then had surprised !.
: own mother by a strange, as =,
uous sweetness, playing the role
model daughter with now and tAen n
glance at her sadly :,
servant enemy. :,
liss Coles knew that some time or =
er Professor Leyburn would make h.
his mind to propose to her, and h,
she had refused him
core of times, for she knew that .
the wife of poor man she could -,
er hope to square the family &C. -.
nts with Payne. Yet she felt at "
ne an unconscious pressure toward -.
rriage in her mothers frequently -.
Gated "You know, Lizzie, when D.
are settled in life Jack and / 49,
do very WELL" and she felt, too, "
with the burden Of her support
her brothers shoulders her place q.
I'D soon be filed by another. *
, she wavered, fearing any marked -.
ance from the massive, easily :.