Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 121: what you’re looking at

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116 Oh, My Amy ! Mine | tore _ deserted city civcots: his face “set, ‘his eyes ixed, s hi anc elenched. On and on; streets, streets, | streets; h ome an - women flitting by him like dark phantoms; ; drunken oe ing on their way; policemen straggling alor their bea ox Overhead sparkled the frosty stars and the keen, ‘yellow - moon "; the ceaseless watchers in heaven. He neither felt nor saw, nor heard, nor suffered—he was simply stunned. ~ i oge _ It was morning. The sun rose over the stony. streets — “age those noisy, terrible streets of New York—and fo ound ‘him miles from home. With the new life of i new aay: his — stupor, his walking dream, ended. _ | He realized and remembered all. Be was worn out: ae despairing lovérs must. eat and sleep, although. hearts" ‘be ~ shattered and heads be reeling. Leonie De Montreuil was false, but Alwyn Bartram must go home and go to-bed, and eat his breakfast presently, despite his bleeding wounds. _ He hailed a passing stage, and was rattled down, “cate aaa ; At his hotel ke got out, went up to his own room, and flung himself, dressed as he was, upon the bed, worn out in body avid raind. . Aud sleep, the consoler, took him as a mother. might her tired child, and in ten minutes all earthly troubles _ were ended, and he was wrapped in blessed Elysium. — It was long past. noon ere the young man awoke. As he i opened his eyes and started up, memory. came back like a - sword-thrust, and told him all. BER AN ae am " False! false! false! his golden. idol popes: tomate heartless mercenary. On Thursday next to be married to old Rutherford, and this was Saturday morning. BS “T will see her!” he said, setting his teeth ae “From her own lips I will hear how false, and selfish, ae colds blooded she can be! She shall see me face to face—she es! -by Heaven !—and then——” C His face was absolutely livid, his hands clenched, his stron: white teeth ground. . “And then,” he thought, in the fierce ae con Gitiomnos of his heart, “men have shot women they loved for less!”. But, though Mr. Bartram might propose, it was for ‘Miss De Montreuil to dispose. An hour after, when for the second time he presented himself at the Manners’ doorstep, the ‘an- swer was “Not at home.” ‘ hia ale teat “Not at home! When will she be at. honed pray?” ee sits “Can’t say, sir,” impassively, but keeping. the doo ir betwe er é them. “Miss De Montreuil don’t receive callers th is week.” 4 bee apes E Fy + _ by : ae : wher rie “Then I wish to see Mrs. Manners,” Bi eh sesame ON CNG, “Not at home, sir.” | Ae as ae Again Mr. Bartram glared; again the tall ‘ie man recoil in alarm. 4 «a Wn od Ki ‘ ie It was pian enough the servant had rece “a order abt) hey . ae o. a ’ , ” thet