The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1860-01-28
WHOLE NO. IA.


| -"evsr soft.
| Gentle, and low an excellent thing in woman"
She is bright, too, and can shoot of re-
partee that snaps like an enthusiastic ire
cracker. But then these qualities are NOT
| peculiar to Clementina. There is the fasci-
mating Miss Badinage, and the sarcastic Miss
| Bonbon. To be honest, l was trying to
convince myself that wasn't knays. But
| was.
In the meantime Mr.. Markhem had twice
seen the inefibl creature Of the milky.way
once on the street ,and once at Thompson's
do not dare to remember how wreched
was. gave my best razors to cur old book.
keeper at the Office, and never ventured to
trust myself within two blocks Of the North
River. was irrevocably in love with Mr..
Markhsn's sweet stranger; and Clementina,
who had promised to cay the life long werds
With ms-unhappy girl !! | pitied her.
nerved myself for . FINAL interview with
my victim. One afternoon, in calm dispaiY,
dressed myself for that purpose. / had
brushed my hat for the four hundred 90 d
seventh time, growing ealmsr and moro dss-
pairing at eacn stroke, when Mr.. Markhsm
sailed into my room. i An aware thas
"sailed" 10 not happy expression, but no
other word viii describe the easy, swan like
grace with which Mr.. Msrkhen entered my
apartment. e was gotten up without any
regard to expense. Lord Dandresry was
never so nobbily granite. Solomsn in all
his glory was not arrayed ike Mr.. Markem.
He was going to air his magnifcepce on
Broadway, with the hope Of meeting the in
ef6ble. 'sCobb" said Mr.. Narkem, ia
miliarly, "behold the glass of fashion
and the mould of form.' By Jove If this
sort of thing dosn't take her -
"By -the-by. Markem, am going down
Broadway. Ill walk block or 80 With
you.o -.= .......
Mr.. Markem hesitated.
''By Jove now, don't know about that,
Pm trife tender on this subject-tender
for you also. If you should see her and
become unhappy, it would be no use for yov
to-to-' 49,. -.
And Mr.. Markem picked out the ends Of
his cherry colored neck ribbon.
ooh Of course not' said l.
''Then, by Jove /! Pll trust you. But,
honor bright, Cobb honor brightw
We sauntered out of Clinton Place into
Broadway. was very i'll at ease, not only
from the fact Of walking with 30 gorgeous
. person, but at the thought Of meeting thas
woman, the mere description of whose ex-
ceeding lovelness had filed my brain with
visions like 80 much hasheesh. Iwas more
over somewhat ashamed Of myself for bsv-
ing taken advantage of Mr.. Markem's COS
fding nature !; and could not wiring the
smallest drop Of consolation from the
accepted assertion that all 10 fair in war
and love.
1t was rather too early in the afternoon.
as MIR Markem POLITICALLY remarked, for tho
flowers of beauty to blossom in the gar
deu Of fashion so we dropped into Del
monico's to hirt with thimb!efull Of Ma
deira and eat an Omslette sou flee, which
to my idea, is nothing but heav emily kind
Of soap- suds.
When weagain sailed out the fashion
able side of Broadway was a perfect pat
terre Of human lilies and roses. We walked
slowly up town, looking earnestly among
the thropg Of dashing bellies, sickly fops,
and other inferior people, for that divine
perfection Of woman who had uncon-
sciously made me the most miserable Of
men.
We had now reached Bleeker street An
omnibus on the crossing and an apple stand
on the corner hcmmed Us in. Mr.. Marken
suddenly grasped my arm.
There she is p he whispered.
here ?''
"Thers I"
:'Ob," said |, with bitter disappointment,
'that is only Miss Bonbon 20
"No, no-not she, but the ono behind her
on the crossing-the lady with the balmo-
raj -
"Why, you william - l .hreiked, s'sbat's
my Clementinn!'' At the same time
gracefully upset the apple. stand.
Mr.. Frederick Mark EN- drew his hat over
his eyes and rushed down Blocker street,
That evening he and his Coblctz pipes, his
French Autographs, and his imitation Etrus-
can vases disappeared abruptly in hack
ney-coach, in search Of new boarding
place.
Clementina-now the blossoming Mrs.
Cobb-leans over my shoulder, and protests
against my publishing all this nonsense
about "that odious Mr.. Markcm, !" but have
promised the article for the present number
of Harper's Monthly Magazine, and it
must be printed, in spite Of the lady with
the Balmoral.