The Minneapolis journal., 1903-03-21

Maker! And there was K lying to her,
fast as my tongue could wag, telling her
that it was honour kept me from her I'LL
now, honor, mind you, honor! Why I'd
sold my last shreds of honor the night past
for forty pound month say, from play
ing out the lie further than you'd planned
when you bought me? You We left me no
self-respect, what's to keep me from
chucking you over?" ...
Honour Denis,'' said I, ''that same
honor that you never sold us, for no
money has passed-you refused it this
very day-the faith Of a gentleman"
"Gentleman hah!' he cried, ga gentle
night, gentleman good for nothing,
gentleman with an Ill name, with a mis-
spent youth behind him, gentleman you
picked at once to do a blackguardly trick
for hire What am I, to shy at scruples?"
/ ''Yet you'll shy at them" said I. . .-.
He went to the little window at the
rear of the studio, and tsup the shade,
and pushed out the swinging shutters. A
cool breath of chestnut and lilac came up
out Of the gulf Of darkness where the
great trees stood a. row, their tops laced
against starlit sky. Light shone yellow
from the upper windows Of the old con-
vent beyond. The sound of a piano came
very family down through the garden
"She's there where one Of those lights
SlllI6S, Stlu MdAOly Ill b l1o11 WAl1SpS1.
my lady's there, God keep her, God bring
her sweet sleep!' a
He stood for long time staring into
the darkness till rose and moved about
the room, filling and lighting pipe and
making myself comfortable. I think he
had quite forgotten that T was there. Then
at last he closed the shutters with long
sigh, and turned back into the room. His
face was drawn and haggard. He stood
moment, irresolute, and then moved
over to cupboard In the wall from
which he took bottle a'sI some glasses
and a carafe Of water. It was an alb
sinthe bottle, Pernod.
"Oh, say, Denis, cried. Not that!
You can't afford to fuddle your brain
now. Think what we've to do in the next
| few days. Think Of tomorrow, man!
Besides, absinthe's no evening drink, any
| how, it's an aperatif Go easy!"
He poured out the liquor till the glass
was half full, and added the water, but he
gave me a quick side glance that said,
| mo interfering"
i ''Who are you, lad, to teach me the
uses of Pernod?" said he, and drank.
"The milk and water invalids who drink
for an appetite don't know their drink
Eth, but do, I do! It's the golden drink
that charms away troubles It's the CUP
To- life to lift man out Of paint He
swallowed the remainder the glass quickly
4 and filed another.
'.Eh, look at. it, look at it!'' he cried
I fondly, turning goblet before his eyes
molten opals, liquid fire! Saw We eve,
such color, lad z" 5#f
d It was strange how, as his tongue loos-
ened faint brogue came to it, an Irist
roll Of which he'd scarcely a trace, sober
''To-morrow, say you, Bobbie?"
All, me beloved fill the cup that clears
} To-day of past Regrets an future Fears:
, To-nOrrOwi Why Tomorrow be.
Myself with Yesterdays Sewn thousand years
:. He filled another glass and his eye.
brightened.
..Me little green devil that's grea
t green god!" said he, as If the shimmerint
: liquor heard his voice. Me little greer
. devil that's a great green god. take me t.
j aradise-lose me past regrets an futur,
:, fears. I'm weary O. problems an fightin