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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (March 20, 1897)
12 THE COURIER. to Beet again, and I know you mean It. I can't write any more. My fingers are numb and stupid and my head buzzes so queeerly. Good-by. dear old Reggie, and God bless you. ROSEBUD." Mr. Reginald Thornton rose and walked to the window, with the letter which smelled of Jasemine, by the way in his hand. He looked out at the stars himself, standing thrre for some time watching them twinkle luminous ly above the great, beautiful, winked town. With the scent of the jaseminp from the iPtter there flashed through his active brain a panorama of green fields and flowrrlng lilacs and a saucy, tinkl ing brook, and a garden of roses, and a slim girl dressed all in white, blush ing childishly, as she stood on tiptoe to pin a red bud in his coat. As he turned away from the window then was a stuffy, uncomfortable feeling In his throat, and a delicate lace handker chiefone of thp gifts of Mildred Knightworthy went to his eyes more than once. He sat down wearily, and the bull dog again crept to his side (the insult ing kick forgiven already) and licked his hand. Then the master patted the beast's awful jowl and addressed him: "Butcher," he said slowly and dis tinctly, "the woild that calls me a msn and you a dog is a fool. You have so much more honesty in you than I that you ought to be master here and I the dog. Butcher, I have been thinking of something very earnestly. Shall I t?ll you what it is?" An afflrmative grunt was the animal's sagacious response. "Well, then," continued the master, "I have been thinking as 1 say, that I am a selfish, cruel beast. I have been thinking that there are better things in this world than fame and position and fortune, especially when the grasp ing after them involves the stabbing of the gentlest heart that ever beat in a trusting girl's white breast. Damn it. Butcher, I believe that I've been cheat ing myself with a ridiculous lie all these year3, and that the worst of us has a conscience after all! Tell me, Butcher, you wise beast, shall I choke this conscience to death, as any sens!-, ble man in my situation would do, and seize upon Mildred and her millions, or thall I play the fool, pat conscience on the back, and create happiness whsre hitherto I have wrought nothing but misary?" The dog looked very wise and barked gruffly. "Of course," went on the man, "you are a wise dog. Butcher. You can think as well as you can fight. Stand aside a moment and the first step shall be taken at oare." "You will think it strange, Mildred," he wrote, "but I am goinc to ask you to let me retract my offer of marriage and you yourself to withdraw your accept ance of it. If you desire reasons I will give them to you, but would much rather not. Perhaps it will be sufficient for me to say that honor manhood conscience, demand that I marry some one else. "I "have, as you know, the highest esteem for you, but I will be truthful for once and tell you that it was your fortune that tempted me. At least give me credit for honesty in saving you from a lifetime of unhajipiness with a poor devil who could never have learned to love you in the right way." He sealed and directed the envelope and rang the bell. "There goes seven millions. Butcher, my boy," he said, and the dog wagged his stump of a tail and showed his dreadful teeth. Adcnis appeared in answer to the ring. "Take this letter and mail it at once," said his master, handing it to him. "And pack me some things, I'm going out of town tomorrow. Hello, what's that? Telegram, eh? Wait a minute." Farllngton. Me.. May 25. Mr. Reginald Norton, New York. Rosebud died this afternoon. I trust you are satisfied with your work. MARTHA LAWSON. Norton reeled slightly, pressed his hands to his temples, and uttered the name of his Maker. He walked to the window, threw it open, arid let some cool air into the room. The dog looked on in sympathy, the colored boy In as tonishment. It seemed to the latter that his master had grown years older when at length he turned and faced him. "Any answer to the dispatch, sir?" asked Adonis. "No," answered Norton, with admira ble self-control, "and you need not mall the letter, Adonis. Give it to me. I will attend to it myself." "And what clothes shall I pack for you, sir?" "None. I have changed my mind and shall not go." Some moments after the boy had gene, Norton glanced once more at the telegram and tears streamed down his cheeks. He recovered his composure present ly, and, taking up the letter he had written to Miss Knightworthy. slowly tore it into little bits. THE DREAMER. "I love the sea," remarked the mod ern young man to the girl as they sat on the beach gazing out over the rest less waves. 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The frogs were croaking they will never stop, Philip never The house down by the river what of yesterday. I am married now, and so that? The frogs were down by the old house they were croaking. If the sack were small enough to put in his pocket, or if it were not at all. ROBERT. Next morning when Robert reached the office he found an unusually large number of letters waiting to be an swered; and there were the ledger and cash book again. How tedious and wearisome they were to him. Every day the work was more difficult. He tore open the envelopes and began to assort the papers. "If I could only have known that the Go ?WKlS & SHEi&0U For 1129 0 Street, 1 J 1?.tJLOi?ie & Co., GENERAL BICYCLE REPAIRERS In a branches. - Baptizing done aa Neat and Complete as from tha Factorial at hard tins pel I All kinds of Bicycle Sundries. 320 S. 1ITH ST. Machinist and General Repair Work. LINCOLN. I ll.4lm'f Ial fillluHi ui. ... lions. 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