Life — December 23, 1897 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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And as her soft glance grew remote Jack heard her say, “I know, dear, what your eyes have said, I can't mistake what I have read.” Jack turned away. HE laid her waaay his coat, H ARPER’S MAG AZ He knew he acted like a brute, Still speechless and irresolute Jack saw her pal She drew his head against her cheek, And though he found no words to speak, Jack wagged his ts =A. W. Jackson, y JANUARY said Evangeline Glendenning, as she looked = 9 at the floor and nervously twisted slim little Ri d r Alfred Doncaster had loved the beautiful girl from the a new novel by moment he had first seen ber, and he had fondly believed that she looked upon him with more than ordinary favor. Dt now his hopes lay shattered, an. the focure HENRY SETON MERRIMAN stretched out black before him. =n The strong, handsome young man = silent for a long time. At last the sweet maiden said: “Try to be brave, Alfred. Look at me, See how Lam bearing up.” He turned towards ber in wonder, and said: ‘The location of the The illustrations * Why should you bid me do this? What have you to bear up under t™ story is in London Vs a were drawn by T. She shrank back a little and replied. e if you only knew! and The Hague. It ! de Thulstrup, from he cried, catching her in his arms, and AN ‘ ‘ou love me! Ah, is rich in iacident Ih NE studies made in Hol- ‘ou cannot hide the truth from me! Tell me f and character. land and London. whispered, “I love you, Alfred." r “Oh, heaven he groaned, * this is terrible—terrible! Oh, if you only hated me—loathed me! Then my fa would be less She was frightened, and drew away from him. “Why,” she asked, “do you want me to hate yout “Ab,” he answered, “I might bear my own burd N N th t uetenets ae acne The New Northwes * Yet why should either of us suffer?" the trembling ait segue By J. A. WHEELOCK ~ Evangeline!" he almost hissed. “do not jest with iter Dress” of St. Paul. Mit me! Why should we suffer Are we not to be—" (Editor of the ** Pioneer Press” of St. Paul, Minn.) “Oh.” she interrupted, “you're not going to let a little + , i Mie stap you ghia awe, ais youd DLL oe eee A Group of Players Massai's Crooked Trail me to tumble into your arms the first thing, as ifjI had By Laurence Hutton. Handsomely ill’d.| Written and ill’d by Frederic Remington. been merely waiting for the word + You must be new at the business.” SHORT STORIES Then she became so angry that it took Alfred Don- The Sixth Sense, by Maxcaket Surron Briscor; Between the Lines caster nearly seven minutes to win her back again, at Stone River, by Captain F. A. Mrrcnet; The Blazing Hen-coop, by —Cleveland Plain Dealer. Ocrave. Tuaxet; The King of Beaver, by Mary Hartwert Catnrxwoon ; Margrave, Bachelor, by CLaka Maynaxo Parker; A Holiday Episode, Ix THEIR STATEROOM: Browa—Confound you, you're by Joun C. OcicTReE. ‘using my toothbrush ! 35 Cents a Copy; $4 00 a Year. Sonderhausen—I beg your pardon. 1 tinked it vos ze ship’s.—Pick-Me-Up. HOTEL VENDOME-BOSTON arper & Brothers NewYork and London| Accessible location, excellent table, prompt service. Se 7 A SALE OF ORIGINAL DRAWINGS “There was one thing which sur- prised me,” said a returned traveler of Illustrations that have appeared in LIFE, by a few days ago, “and that was to see WALDEN COGNAC =| KEMBLE, “CHIP,” and SULLIVANT, ‘on sale in the best hotels and cafés in Germany, Norway, Sweden and Russia. | Itseemed to.an American is now in progress at the Galleries of like sending coals to Newcastle.” There is a reason for the popular- = ity of W. EN Coon “4 Pp wyiot waor Coonscthousbout | Messrs, FRED, KEPPEL & COMPANY, of eee universal adulteration ; uate : . the superior quality and purity of 20 East Sixteenth Street, New York. Wapen Coonac, Distilled f1 , rf H i our Geyser Peak Vineyards, Califor, An opportunity is afforded to obtain these clever nia, and bottled and aged by us, the distill i 5 & disilers: ft is guaranteed abso- black and white sketches at excep Eastern Office, 41 Beaver St., N.Y. tionally low prices.