Virginia gazette. [volume] (Williamsburg, Va.) 1893-192?, 1912-08-29

Everything Worth While Seemed 70
Have slipped Through His Fingers
here's girl who. when see her or
think OK hcr. sends the pulse soaring !
from seventy seven up to ciEhtyfour.
Fad business. besides. its SO INFER
rauy unfashionable IT'S hard work
for man 90 keep his balance 'tviNt
the devil and the deep. blue sea. Clio
ccuda on one side and Fortune on The
other. Gioconda throws open windows
end doors az my approach, but Fog
tune locks and bars hers. nor knocks /
at mine. That's the way 10 always 4
goes.
"If a man could only go back ten /
years and take a now start. ASS
bauing bis fist at the reflection In She /
mirror Swivel and whine over the |
bed of your own making You had |
. your opportunity. but you listened o.
. the popping OF champagne-corks, the /
. mutter OF cards. thee name drivel of
/ chorus-ladies. Y0u had a decent coli
+ lc-e record. too. Daht What a guile
. less fool you werei You ran on. didn't
+ YOU. uu you found YOUR neck in the
loop at the end 90 the rope2 And
perhaps that softfooted. estimshle
brother OF yours didn't yank % taut as
hsngmans9 You heard tho codicl.
into one ear and out The other. Even
then you had your chance. patience
FOR two short years and a million. 40.
a thousand times no. You krsv what
you were about. empty headed fool
And today two pennies FOR a dead
mans eyes"
Tie dropped his asst delectedly.
Where had the first step begun2 And
where would be- the last2 In some
drab corner. possibly. drink. NOR
= phine. or starvation. he'd never have
= the courage 20 finish 90 with a bullet.
81 He was terribly bitter. Everything
j worth while seemed 90 have slipped
through his fingers. his pieasure-l0v-
! ing fingers
p Come. come. Horace. buck ar.
? Still the ruby kindles in the vine. SD
, turning back now. Wen go on un vs.
! come bang against the wall There
may De some good bouts between De Gel
p and there. I wonder what Gioconda
+ would say if she knew why ] was sC
o eager FOR this game
y He went down to dinner. and the,
o gave him table ln an obscure corner
{ as subtle reminder that his style wa.
G passe He diln't care. De was hungr'
p. and thirsty He could see nearly ever.
II one. even n only Jew could seq HIM
u This was somewhat 90 his vantage Pa
% endeavored t0 pick out Perclval Alcei
D. non. but there We're TOO many his
Is collars. too many monocles. SO h
10 contented himself with a mild phnC
D. ID - 81
d. ! murmur OF voices. rising AS the va
% OF the violins sank. sinking as %
Is wall rose. the tinkle OF glass ar
Ia china. the silver aud linen. the prett
is women in their rustling gowns. Oh
o. delicate perfumes. the fash or a
a arm. the CLINT OF polished shoulder
10 this was the essence OF life he coyete
Va he smiled az the thought and the SUI
is knowledge that be was not the ON
wolf in the fold Ay. and who amor
be these dainty Red Riding Hoods mig
81 be fooled by A vu.pine grandmnthe
~ Truth. when a fellow winnowed IL q
ey down 20 a handful. there We're on
n; fools and rogues. II one was a To-
ot- the rogue GOT you. and he IN turn
I'D voured himself.
k! He held his glass toward the tab
ed lamp. moved IL slowly 90 and fro U
lat / der his nose. epicureanly. then
slipped the wine. Something like!
GU 1 ran across his tongue and down r
no / throat IN tingling fire. nectariOus; a.
hs be went half way 90 Olympus, 70 c
an feet OF the gods. For weeks he b
y lived IN the vllest haunts. In despsra
led straits, his lie ia his open hands. a.
IN, Row once more he had crawled frC
md the depths 10 the outer crust OF Z
IA world. Il did not matter that he "
20 destined 70 so down into the dept
So again so long as the spark burn
Oya he was going 20 crawl back each tiI
'syt Damnable luck! He could have liv
'"Ss like a prince Twenty-fOur hundr
nan and all IN two nights. steady stre
OF gold into the pockets OF men VII
hm he could have cheated with oonsJ
'cAi mate ease, and didn't one W
20 whose predatory instincts were s
~hs riveted 20 that obsolete thing cal
Yea consciencOl
InS 'Consciencef Roti Let rs
once be frank and write Il down
caution. as fear OF publicity. anyth
: but the white qua tian-sngel OF
eAa immortality Of the soul Heap up
Se1 gold. Apollyon: heap q up. higher
~ kigh@r, tin not . squeak a that {
omAn vuteA thAt enee Avoke TIA q
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