Rensselaer Republican, Volume 14, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 May 1882 — Stunner Life In Chicago. [ARTICLE]

Stunner Life In Chicago.

«|What doSoulhtdf, tfyrijtetLi jß'jilEliEm as she turned in response to Reginald Simpson’s question and looked at him with the beautiful, tender, calflike look of a-first and only love. “I pply know that, whatever my father may say, whatever he may do, my love for yon will never falter or &11; my trust in the nobility of your nature Will be as steadfast as the mighty rock of Gibraltar that fliugß back iu scorn from its stone-buttressed base the mighty billows that are ever beating against its solid sides in their mad, impotent fury.” When Myrtle got weJi under way she was a pretty fair talker. She was a fair, slender girl with the lustrous brown eyes that one sees so often In Bramah liens, and a complexio n that never cost less than $1 per box. As she stood in the parlor of her father’s palatial residence this balmy June evening, her hand placed trustingly ih that of Reginald, while her face almost touched his as they spoke the words quoted above, the picture was indeed a pretty one. “Ypu are sure that he has heard all?” asked Reginald, in solemn, pleading tones. < V. ;i i “Dead certain,” replied, the girl, “You can bet on this, darling.” At this moment the sound of footsteps was heard. Myrtle ran to the window and peered, anxiously out into the yard. ■ . “He is coming;” she said,in frightened tones, ♦‘and you niust confess all, and trust to his merqy.” “I guess yofi are right', siS,” replied Reginald. ■ ’.> f'( - ' ■ In a moment George W. Hathaway, the merchant prince, ehttered the room. Reginald at once vyent up to him. ' ' .. “Mr. Hathaway/’ he said, “I have come here tonight to tell you frankly that last Sunday morning I went out to the You know that Myrtle and I love each other with a deathless, dearborn avenue love that opposition will only make stronger, and that we have plighted our troth. I do not seek to defend my conduct of last Sunday. I know it is wrong to visit a race-track at all, and especially on Sunday. But it seemed to me more noble, more manly, to tell you the exact truth”. “So you were out to the track Sunday?” said vhe old man,his face assuming a sad, pained expression. “Yes, sir.” “Ah! that was indeed wrong. But step with me into the library. This ss a serious matter, involving, per haps, the future happiness of my only child”—and as he spoke the merchant hastily wiped away a pearly tear that hung trembling on the lower lid (f his oft eye. The two men stepped int> the library, Mr Hathaway closing the door as they entered Reginald felt that the worst would soon come. Seating himself in the easy chair, Mr. Hathaway looked earnestly at Regin aid for a moment. Then be spoke up suddenly: “Did you see a little bay mare with a sort of spike tail and her near front foot white beiDg exerc'sed out there Sunday morning?” “Yes, sir,” replied Reginald. “How fast did she go?’, “She trotted a mile in 2:23%, the last quarter in 35 seconds,” was the reply. A peaceful, happy smile stole over the old man’s face. “Reginald, my boy,” he said in low, earnest topes, “that little bay mare belongs to me. My position as Deacon will not allow mp to publicly acknowledge the ownership of the animal, but you can bet your sweet life that when she is cut loose at the July rases I will break all the officers of our church and several people in the adjoining parish. Do you understand my, boy?” “Yes, I catch on,” said Reginald “I knew you owned the mare all the time, but a Chicagoan is too noble to give away hia prospective father-in-law”—and stepping to the sideboard Reginald courteously poured out a driuk of sour-mash for Mr. Hethaway before taking one himself. •The old man did not fail to notice this aotion. “This boy has the true Saxon spirit,” he murmured to him self, “and he shall marry Myrtle when the leaves begin to turn. I shall need him myself during the trotting season.”—Chicago Tribune.

An organization has been formed at Springfield; 111,, under the ityme of the American Southdown Breeders’ association, for collection, revision, E reservation and publication of the istory and pedigree of pure-bred Southdown sheep. Ex-Governor Washburne, of Wisconsin, who has been given up by his physicians, has been getting better at Hot Springs. His brother, Elihu B. Washburne, who has suffered from chest troubles, has gone to the same place for relief. A twenty-three-pound Kennebeck salmon, the first of the season, received in New York, sold for $1.75 a pound. Rose McWhortleberry heard her master remark that “Kismet” meant “fate,” and that is the reason why she so much astonished her mistress by remarking the next day to Belinda, the chambermaid: “Oh, Blindy, I can scarcely walk wid the chilblains all over my two kismets.” Judge Barker, of Winchester, Virginia, who sentenced John Brown to death, has been visiting Washington. It took two doctois several hour* to get a billiard ball out of the mouth of an experimenting young man in New Jersey.