Repository: UIHistories Project: Sophograph - 1889 [PAGE 31]

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A BLASTED HOPE;

OR,

The Way of the World.

C H A P T E R I.

I have lately l > augl in that i By a < tut • charming rid She! mo enchanted <n kn- how i' I gu< i have all I there. Lord Byron.

} T T T I S evening's mystic time. A darkness, grim, gloom and sepulchral en J I * velopes the habitations of man as in a vail of Stygian gloom. Not a ^ ^ sound is wafted through the balmy air, redolent with the aroma liffused from the busy mart on Main and Neil street One solitary indi\ tl can be seen perambulating the deserted streets, evidently in abstracted meditation. His visual organs are bent fixedly upon the bo m f mother irth. His ears are deaf to every sound. Ev< feat me, every motion, expr< al unconsciousness, as far as his external surrounding are concerned. Let us embra< this most fitting occasion to make th Mr Frankie , of the 1 hn i cl > 1 —, al f ibetl illiar< player, and a general favorite among his acquaintam his geni brow is clouded There is an air of meditativ upon his open tint* t1 tokens deep and st ching thought Perhaps he devising soi by which the p n m . through Trigon netry, wit nit having to m »r he m I hy it was that h< \ mi 1 prii last I Id Day, M\\ ilci l . any first on< There is a hair p lity that he ma\ I plannii m< D st v t I his fathi n tl Id gent \ h <rt, which he r unt Juni he starl in surpi tmn female I m, in a suit ma 1, brush p ghd< the 1 li • s

• aken a i tl. 1 with rapid Hteps he put g d