Life — January 21, 1892 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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42 THE CONSOLATION OF THE SIX FOOTER. “Ty IETLE ma She blushed and h . tell me true, man most pleases you?” r pretty bead “Tis Hymen [like best,” she said THE LOVE LETTER. alone at the window of her Her pretty brow is wrin! with a frown, isly on the window pane with her delicate fingers. es so she speaks half unconsciously to herself, * 1 le nf love him—I love him.” Then she I i e street. " Why does he not writ Sa - LIFE: she asks, and then answers herself, * He does not care for me. He has forge -1 love him.” She has thrown herself upon her white bed and is weeping in the is en me when the maid enters her room and gives her a letter from him. at it languidly until maid has retired. Then she oj it with feverish haste nd re As she does so the look of despair on her face changes to one of disdain. She finishes the letter with a cold little | now, “he loves me, but he has told me so too soon. and throws it aside, “He loves me,” she says Does he ? Ido not love think that Lam to be won in a week—in a da‘ him, | do not care for him, | detest him. 1 shall bid him go And an hour later the maid posts a perfumed word, " Yes.” Tom Hall. his way forever. note that contains the sing! LIFE'S RESEARCHES IN ROMAN RAILWAYS.—AFTER THE ACCIDENT. comicbooks.com