Rensselaer Republican, Volume 23, Number 48, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 July 1891 — The Fate of a Rival. [ARTICLE]

The Fate of a Rival.

Detroit Free Press. He had passed the flush of youth and it had been a bob-tail flush. It showed in his clothes and in his subdued demeanor. Still hq loved the girl, and was, at the time this story opens, on his knees at her feet. “I love you,” he murmured, taking her hand, which was a good one, “ant, want you to marry me. ” She dropped her eves on the floor. But he was so absorbed in his. bus! ness that he did hot notice, and did | not pick them up. “Will you be mine?" he whispered. She did not answer, He held her hand closely and waited in breathless silence. At this moment his rival bural upon the scene. She screamed. “Thank heaven!” she cried merrilv I a moment later, as she viewed the i seattered fragments, “his life was in sured in my favor and we may be happy yet.” Then he folded her to his mnnly bosom and unfolded her many times i iu a rapid consecutive manner, and ! they were very, very happy. 3 "Memento mori,” she said softly as she parted from him to go oul after a broom and a dustpan. And they mementoed many. man\ time's, the mori wasn't in it. Such is life in large cities.