Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-09-07
The Little Widow,

Mr.. Augustus Revlington looked through
the spiry clouds OF cigar smoke that were
floating lightly through the room-looked
at Tom Spencer with such cool contemp-
tuous, plying glance, that the young gem
tleman actually laughed outright ~ he lin
ished speaking, and then immediately be
gan again:
Upon my word. Gusty ,old boy. but you
are a. good as play, and the rare fun of
il is believe you honestly mean every
blessed word you say"
.Of course ! mean every word | say.
Why shouldn't |, when my life /, pracLi-
cal illustration OF the theory have held to
that a man is a fool 10 fall in love-
Spencer leaned meditarively back in hi-
chair.
Lets see, Gus; how old are you? I'm
50. YOU know. and | can remember when
was IA little shaver you were quite
young man. How old are you Gusf'
Mr. Revlington replied very promptly
Old enough TO know human nature pret-
ty thoroughly. That is 50, next May day
Spencer looked admiringly at him-hale,
hearty, handsome. with his gray. luxuri-
ant beard, bushy hair, aud wide awake
blue eyes-handsome enough to slay a wo-
mans heart yet, backed, too, by snug
fortune.
You're young as | aai-and never in
love once, yet! The saints preserve you
when you do take the madness. It'll hit
hard
Mr.. Remington smiled with calm supe-
riority.
I'll risk it, Tom. And more I'll con-
TESS the soft impeachment when Im first
| attacked
Tom laughed at this dignified earnest
ness.
Good. I'll wager a basket Of champagne
she'll come in the form of a widow, too
one of those dimple-cheeked, rosebud
mouthed little widows whose eyes will dis
cover your vulnerable spot by the species
of magnetism they are sure to possess. l
declare I'm quite excited over il,Gus. Let's
drink to the health of the future Mrs. Rev
lington, likewise the little Rev"
Stop just where you are. Spencer. jokes
joke. but
Tom had tossed of his Clicquot lightly
But when it comes to be possible reality
it is another thing, chi?
He laughed and lighted second cigar
IF you please, sir, is this seat engaged
1t was the sweetest, silverest voice Mr.
Augustus Remington had heard in all his
lite, with all his experience among well
bred women, who talked in low, gentle
tones, sweet as the notes of bell.
IL was a voice, so wonderfully enchant
ing, that il made him look quickly up from
his paper to see graceful, lady like girl
no. hardly girl. for there was maturity il
face and form that was far more charmin.
than the bushes and consciousness of
girl.
A young lady, draped in clingng, sty
lishly cut garments, of some soft, blac
, fabric-cashmere Remington knew 1t wa
, for he was no mean connOisseur in VIC
mans toilets-with small. perfect hand:
wearing dark pearl kids with dainty lii
tie hat trimmed in lavender and jet,
thick black veil thrown ever her head an
face-almOst as if she were anxious to hid
1 herself.
E She halted inquiringly before his seat. g
she spoke.
I Engaged? Ne, madam"
e MIR. Remington bowed as he answere
3 her. and removed his handsome travelin;
e satchel to the floor. Then.as she sat dow
' with prompt musical Thank yOu,'
e caught himself wondering why he hs
a said madam She surely cannot be u
n married. he thought, remembering b