The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-08-02
AN TDYL OF ICE-CREAM.
How the Girl Absorbed Countless Saucers
and Bankrupted Her Beau,


How the Girl Absorbed Countless saucers
and Bankrupted Her Beau.
[From the Burlington Hawk-Eye]
It was the wild midnight. The tame
midnight was off watch and had gone to
bed three hours before. A storm brood.
ed over the eastern heavens. I was a
thoroughbred brood storm. Hop-brewed,
for it was coming from the yeast. Hawk
Eye creekw was rolling unanimously in it's
sandy bed. Bugs, probably. Or it
might have been nervousness. A 1.-THE
form covered at the garden gate. Many
manly form has been coward at just
such gates, eversince summer nights and
gnats and beauty and love and June bugs
were invented.
''He does not come" she murmured
softly, as she peered into the darkness.
4" / cannot see him. will call him."
She was wrong. If she couldn't see
him, she certainly couldn't call him with
the same hand. A manly step came
scraping down the sidewalk. It was
Desmond.
She threw open the gate, and the next
instant he clasped in his great strong
arms twenty yards Of foulard, three
yards Of ruching, seven dozen Breton
buttons and pompadour panier as big
as a doghouse It was all his own.
Cali is lost" he exclaimed: econ
stance de Belvidere, the Russians have
crossed the Balkans. We must fly"
Constance was a noble girl. She only
said, "Whither shall we fy?"
He wanted to fly to some lone desert
isle, but she submitted an amendment
providing that they should fly to the ice
cream saloon.
They flew.
In the crowded saloon, where the soft
light fell upon fair women and brave
men, and the insects of summer Light
fell in the ice-cream freezer. They spoke
no word.
When two sentient human beings are
engulfng spoonfuls of corn starch and
eggs and skim-milk language is mock
cry.
At length Desmond broke the tender
silence. He said :
More, dearest?"
She smiled and bowed her lovely head,
but did not speak She was too full for
utterance.
Desmond gloonily ordered more. And
more when that was gone. And sup
plement to that. And an addenda to
that. And an exhibit to that.
Gloom sat enthroned upon his brow.
Constance saw it. She said:
"What is it, dearest9"
He spake not, but sighed.
A dreadful suspicion stabbed her heart
like knife.
Desmond" she said, "you are not
tired of me, darling ?"
he looked (and thought unutterable
things.
Her brow lightened up with ray Of
celestial intelligence.
IT see," she said, tapping the empty
plate with her spoon. "Too cold.
Signed, G. Morbus.' -
He denied it bitterly and babe her re-
main where she was while he settled
with the man.
She, guided by the unerring instinct
OF her sex, peeped through the curtains
Of the saloon. She saw her Desmond
holding earnest discussion with the man.
She saw the man shake his head reso-
lutely in answer to Desmond's pleading
looks and appealing gestures. She saw
him lock the door, take out the key, put
it in his pocket and lean up against the
door. She saw her own Desmond draw
from his own pockets and pile up on the
counter pearl-handle pocket-knife, six
nickels, four green postage stamps,
watch-key, two lead-pencils, memoran-
dunn book, theater ticket (of the vari-
ETY. denomination), pocket-comb, an
ivory toothpick, shirt-stud, one sleeve
button, a photograph of herself, pack
age of trix, two street-car checks, card
with funny (wicked) story on it, silk
handkerchief and pair of gloves. And
then she knew that Desmond was bank
rupt, and when the man swept the assets
of the concern into the drawer and
opened the door she sobbed convuls-
lively: "And it vast mine extravaganza
which hath did this thing
They did not talk much on their way
home. Once she had asked him if he
was rich, and he only said:
Enormously"
Such is life