Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1911-03-03
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or. Take the case Oh LOrlsOn.
From his point Of perspective he
naw himself an outcast from society,
forever to be shady skulker along
the ragged edge of respectability. he
was self-condemned TO this opinron,
as he was self-exiled, through 1t, to
this quaint southern city thousand
miles from his former home. Then he
fell in love with a girl whom he met
In a cheap restaurant, and his story
begins.
The Carabine dor is an ignomini-
Gus ghost Of the Rue Charities. The
cafe where Bienville and Cont dined,
where a prince has broken bread, is
become a family restaurant
1t was at this restaurant that Lori
son first saw the girl. A flashy fellow
with a predatory eye had followed her
In, and had advanced to take the 9th
or chair at the little table where she
stopped but Lorison slipped into the
seat before him. Their acquaintance
began. and grew, and now for two
months they had sat at the same table
each evening, not meeting by appoint
ment, but as if by series of fortut-
tous and happy accidents. After din
ing, they would take a walk together
In one of the little city parks, or
among the panoramic markets where
exhibits a continuous vaudeville of
sights and sounds. Always at eight
O'Clock their steps led them to GER
tain street corner, where she prettily
babe him good night and left him. Il
So, che frnz
quently said, "and you must let me go
the rest of the way alone"
But now Lorison had discovered
that he wanted TO go the rest OF the
way with her, or happiness would de-
part, leaving him on very lonesome
corner of life. And at the same time
that he made the discovery, the secret
of his Punishment from the society of
the good laid it's finger in his face
and told him it must not be.
On this night, after the usual meal
at the Carabine dor, he strolled, with
his companion, down the dim old
street toward the river.
The Rue Chartres perishes IN the
old Place d'Armes.
Often the two sat in this square,
but tonight Lortson guided her past
the stone-stepped gate. and still river
ward. AS they walked he smiled to
himself to think that all he knew of
her-eXcept that he loved her-was
her name-Norah Greenway and that
she lived with her brother. They had
talked about everything except them
selves Perhaps her reticence had
been caused by his.
They came, at length, upon the
Ievee. and sat upon great, pros
strate beam.
He began by telling her that he was
I'm love with some one to whom he
burst not speak Of 1t. And why not?"
she asked, accepting swiftly his ia
tuous presentation OF a third person
of straw. My place in the world"
he answered, lis none to ask a wom-
an to share. ! am an outcast from
honest people; l am wrongly accused
of one crime. and am, believe, guilty
of another"
Thence he plunged into the story
of his abdication from society. The
story, pruned of his moral philosophy,
deserves no more than the slightest
touch 1t is no new tale, that of the
gamblers declension. During one
nights sitting he lost, and then had
imperiled a certain amount Of his en-
ployer's money, which, by accident,
he carried with him. He continued
TO lose, to the last wager, and then be-
gan to gain. leaving the game winner
TO a formidable sum. The same night
I'D 70 A
search was had; the winnings OF
Lorison were found in his room, their
total forming an accusative nearness
to the sum purloined. He was taken,
tried, and, through incomplete evil
dence. released, smutched with the
sinister devors of a disagreeing jury.
1T is not in the unjust accusation,
he said to the girl, that my burden
lies, but in the knowledge that from
the moment | staked the first dollar
of the firms money | was a criminal
no matter whether l lost or won.
You see why it is impossible for me
10 speak of love to her"
ut is a sad thing" said Norah,
after a little pause, ito think what
very good people there are in the
world"
"GoOd?" said Lorison
Il was thinking of this superior per-
son whom you say you love. She
must be a very poor sort of creature"
Il do not understand"
Nearly" she continued, "as poor
sort of creature as yourself"
You do not understand" said Lor-
ison, removing his hat and sweeping
back his fine, light hair. Suppose she
loved me in return, and were willing
TO marry me. Think, if you can, what
would follow. Never a day would pass
but she would be reminded of her sac
rifice. l would read condescension
in her smile. pity even in her affec-
ton that would madden me- No. The