LUCK WAS WITH HIM.

Cromwell Argus, Volume XXVII, Issue 1374, 27 August 1895, Page 2

LUCK WAS WITH HIM.

Pale and agitated, bub proud even in Big misery, the young man stood before her and looked her squarely in the eye. " This is the wreck of all my hopes, Viola Biggers," he said—" the crushing out of all .that makes life desirable. For the last six 'months I have dwelb in a fool's paradise. I have permibted myself to hope that you— But why should I speak of the pasb ? The idream is over. lb has been a rude awakenjing. Henceforth, since you so decree, out paths diverge." 1 "Ibis bebter so, Mr. Plunkebt," replied the young woman, coldly, " though I would still gladly be your friend." ! ' " VVhab is friendship to a heart thai craves forsomefching deeper, higher, holier?' he exclaimed bibterly, as he turned to go. " Who talks to me of friendship When pines the heart for love ? Who seeks with "—— " Where did you read those lines, Mr Plunkett?" she interrupted, her cheekt aflame and her eyes sparkling with interest and excitement. "I saw them the other day in the " Weekly Tomahawk," and they seemed sc tender, so true, so expressive of the heartY most sacred " " Mr. Plunkett," said the young woman, blushingly, " I wrote that little posm myself, and sent it to the " Tomahawk." I am glad ib pleases you, and—and if you will give me a little more time to think over this matter, why, I am nob sure but that I—l might."