The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1870-08-05


i blush, and a half-areh, halftender
smile--by George! it's enough to set
. fellows brain on fire." concluded d
Augustus desperately.
! "And what do you propose to do?"
inquired |, philosopbically.
! Find her, Of course. I feel that
| can't. exist without her. I must
find her, my friend, and you must
help me.
l need not deny that my sympa-
thies were fully aroused by this art
less narrative, aud the evident emo.
tion and distress of my friend. I
promised him hearty cooperation
in any plan he might form for the dis
coyery ef the name and abode of bic
unknown love; and for the present
suggested an advertisement among
the ''Personaly' of some respect bic
paper--a plan upon which he imme-
diately acted. The notice written
and dispatched to the Office, he ap-
peared more calm, and l myself ex-
perienced sense of relief. Sine my
own marriage it had been my sincere
desire to see my friend Garnet set
tied down, like myself, in the serene
enjoyment Of matrimonial bliss, and
here was the irst prospect which bad
been presented Of snch consumma-
tion. 1krew he could not be mista-
ken in his judgment of the female he
bad described being lady; and in
That case could we but succeed in
procuring an introduction, l argued
the best for my friends hopes and
desires. In fact, so unexceptional
was he that i! confess had been a
little jealous of his knowing my Chris
tabella before our marriage; and since
that happy event We had beens away
on our bridal tour, and had but Just
returned, SO that Gus had not as yet
lhad time to call on Mrs. Saunders,
or to witness anything Of my domes-
tic felicity.
"Arv answer to your 'Personal?' "
1 inquired on the day following the
advertisement.
| "None," responded he, gloomily.
"Take courage. Remember that
faint heart never won fair lady," saia
], cncouragingly. ........ ....s.
Gus pulled his moustache down.
ward, and gazed despondently from
tho window.
~ fear it is useless. I feel dis
hcartcned,' he murmurcd.
"Wbat, already? Come, you're
in the dumps, and want exercise,
that's all. Suppose we take a con-
stitutional."
"Couldn't think of it. Feel pros
trated. This sort Of thing does un-
man a fellow. Ali"
In curious contrast with his list
less, drawling speech, was this last
abrupt exclamation; and yet more
astounding was his suddenly starting
up, snatching bis hat, and rushing
hcadlong out of the street door,
Following, I was just in time to see
him streaming toward corner around
which was at the moment disappear
ing fitting glimpse of lady's blue
dress. .----.
returned to my desk and waited
patiently. In about an hour Angus
tus rcappearcd ina state Of intense
excitement. ,#6-*- ''
Excuse me, John-but--really,"
be gasped, II couldn't help it. She
my Rosalinda, I mean--passcd
right by the window where l was sit
ting, and looked in with that half
arch, bewlldc. ing smile on her dear
little mouth; and then, upon seeing
me, turned away her face, just lit
tie, and blushcd so BY Jove!"
'.That was in answer to your Per
sonal She found out, or knew where
you lived, and preferred this method
Of Acknowledgements to the risk of
written communication. Did You
discover her place of abodc?"
"Wby, no; but saw her go into
Stewart's. They must know her
there
''I've friend in that establish
ment. TIL inquire of him tomorrow.
accordingly did inquire, but could
gain nothing satisfactory from the
gentleman. He knew good many
very handsome lady customers, with
black eyes and HAIR, and elegant fig
ures; and farther, my friend Garnet's
description did not enable me to spec
ifv.
'Never mind, we'll find her yet"
I reiterated reassurinsly to Gus, on
the following morning. "We'll look
out on Broadway this afternoon, and
drop in at the opera in the evening.
We must succeed; and meantime,
Garnet, do try and do little bust
ness to-dap, or old Bellows will be
down upon u.s.
"Gracious heayens!" exclaimed
Garnet, suddenly starting from bis
chair, overturning the ink, and point
ing frantically from the window,
''thcre she is again, Saunders--look!
and b. Jove, coming straight across
to our door BY George what shall
l DO? by Jove!'
As he fariously struggled into his
coat-sleevcs, poeped from the win
dow. i There. sure enough, stood q
lady, closely vailed, at the office
door, and timid knock farther an
nounced her presence.
"Wait a'minute--just onc!" gasp
ee Gus, frantically tearing at his
beard and moustachc, and then throw
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