The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1919-02-15

herited for it. Now she's going to mar
ry Hindu. You thought you'd be
come wonder in New York. You
spent your last ten bucks for :ype
writer. Now the lan'lady's FREQ you
out into the street. Bill Wilkins,
agree with you, you're an ASST
DoWnheartedneSS his only sense OF
feeling, Bits mind soon became ex.
hausted with all he sorrowed and
pined over his hard luck. His worries
had prevented him from sleeping we'll
nights and he had not eaten just as
much as his young and ravenous appe-
tite required. Then, too, he felt weak
and tired. Before long slumber well
| coined his disconnected mind.
| Sweet dreams came to him, as they
come to all the crestfallen, weary and
| sad. He dreamed that he was home.
and the Singer millions his. And the
Hindu, too, had not won his sweet.
heart, but had gone to where he be-
longed, In the East. His first and
childhood love was his wife. Once
more he was rhyming and chanting
songs OF love to the girl who had been
his inspiration and caused him to come
to the great, writhing Babel and strive
against fate. He had reached his goal
realized his ambition. Love had not
trified with him it had made him and
the mate whom he so fondly adored
happy. But the deiectable, beautiful
vision did not last long.
He was soon awakened by q sharp,
singing rap on the skin-thick soles Of
his shoes. His beauteous thrill van
ished. The blood no longer tingled in
intoxicated fascination in his veins; it
boiled in incensed passion at his in
diligence in allowing himself to doze
away and thus bring him into the
clutches of the law.
He endeavored to collect his senses
and try and elude duress at the hands
Of the being who disturbed his nap.
He stretched himself and yawned for
time. Something tapped poignantly
against his nose, futtered with the
wind in his eyes. Slowly he opened
his sleepy organs of vision, wondering
what it might be. The sunlight was
very strong, but he succeeded in maxi |
ing out an inscription-it was his |
name.
He had to blink several times be-
fore he could really see, for or Soils
candescence hurt his somniferOus
sight. Now he grasped the paper in
his hands and read it in a spellbound,
wonder and establishment.
saw, for he rubbed his eyes and
pinched himself to ascertain that he
was not seeing things" in a seance.
Another sharp wallOp greeted his
He turned up his eyes to the
unknown bystander, who held up his
feet.
wake up, sleepy poet-Pve decided
to take you back. guess l was
wrong"
His surprise was even greater when
he discovered that the imaginary min
on was his stubborn and bigoted ia
her, who always loved to have his
'wn way. His heart beat loud for joy
when he beheld the second person. He
Wished to speak, but his tongue be-
anne paralyzed. Darling" was all he
ould say.
The girls buxom countenance be- q
anne suffused in red. She attempted :
hide her deep eE1otion by saying:
"The Courier will publish in book
orm the 'scripts-the, er, very per- ,
onal and friendly verses that you
'rote to me from the time we were
tile children"
'They are your property" interposed
onest Bill.
mo. they're yours" argued the just "
RI; you wrote them. And this is the
itial check for one thousand. The I
'mpany is famous for its word. The
rovisions for royalties that l have I
AIDE will be faithfully carried out"
And" continued the youth, huskily.
'Ou remember, when 1 should make
remember the old contract I
will it be carried out, Marjorie?" \
The girl could no longer contro, her ,
notions. I
1T WILL" she said, in moved voice,
ID buried her blush in the boys arms,
EN- if it was broad daylight and the %
ndreds who teemed Times square III
/ laughingly look upon them. I'll