Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1911-03-10

~ to the one; the land
WGr.kplrSyX scape shall rise up
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er. Take the case of Lorison.
From his point Of perspective he
saw himself an outcast from society,
forever to be q shady skulker along
the ragged edge of responsibility. He
was seh-condemned to this opinFon,
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 prince has broken bread, is
become family restaurant"
1t was at this restaurant that Lori
son first saw the girl A fiashy 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 a series of fortui-
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 a GER
tain street corner, where she prettily
babe him good night and left him. 81
do not live far from here" she fire.
quently said. land 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 a 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 its 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 Lorison 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
levee. and sat upon a great. pros
strate beam.
He began by telling her that he was
in love with some one to whom he
burst not speak of 1t. And why not?'
she asked, accepting swiftly his ia
tuous presentation of third person
of straw. my place in the world,
he answered, sis 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. It 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
his employers safe was robbed. 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 evi
dence, released, smutched with the
sinister deVoirs of 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 l was a criminal
no matter whether I lost or won
You see why 1t is impossible for me
to speak of love to her"
ut il sad thing" said Norah
after a little pause. to think what
very good people there are in the
world"
"Good?" said Lorison.
II was thinking of this superior per
son whom you say you love. She
must be a very poor sort Of creature
''I do mt understand
Nearly" she continued, "as poor
a 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. | would read a condescensior
in her smile. pity even in her affec
tion that would madden me. No. The
thing would stand between us forever
Only equals should mate. l could
never ask. her to come down upon my
lower plane"
An arc light family shone upon Lori