The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1877-08-16
A Summer IdYl.

1t 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. 1t was a
thoroughbred brood storm. Hop-brewed,
| for it was coming from the yeast. A 1.-the
| form covered at the garden gate. Many
a manly form has been coward at Just
such gates, ever since summer nights and
gnats and beauty and love and June bugs
we're invented.
"He does not COME" she murmurcd
| softly, as she pcered into the darkness
IL 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 1t was
| Desmond.
She threw open the gate, and the next
| instant he clasped in his great, strong
arms twenty seven yards of foulard, three
yards of ruching, seven dozen Breton
buttons and pompadour as big as a
doghouse. 1t was all his own.
"All is lost" he exclaimed, ''Constance
de Belviderc, the Russians have crossed
the Balkans. We must fly"
Constance was a noble girl. She only
said ''Whither shall we fly"
| 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 a summer night fell in
| tho jcn tpaazar fHbay Srp1ya M
word.
| When two sentient human beings are
| ingulting spOontulS Of corn starch and
| eggs and skim milk, language is a 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 gloomily ordered more. And
| more when that was gone. And a sup
plement to that And an addendum to
that. and an exhibit to that.
Gloom sat enthroned upon his brow
| Constance saw it. She said
"What is it dearest :"
He spake not, but sighed.
A dreadful suspicion stabbed her heart
| like a knife.
'Desmond" she said, '.you are not
tired Of me, darling 2"
"By heaven, no." he said, and then he
looked (and thought unutterable things
Her brow lightened up with a ray of
celestial intelligence.
81 See" she said, tapping the empty
plate with her spoon. TOO cold. Signed,
c. Morbus7
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, peered through the curtains of
the saloon. She saw her Desmond hold
ing earnest discussion with the man. She
saw the man shake his head resoiutelv in
| answer to Desmond's pleading looks and
appealing gestures. She saw him lock
the door, take out the key, put ii in his
pocket and lean up against the door
She saw her own Desmond draw from his
own pockets and pile on the counter a
pearl handled pocket knife six nckels.
four green postage stamps, a watch key,
two lead pencils, a memorandum book,
a theatre ticket (of the variety denOmi-
nation,) pocket comb, an ivory tooth
pick, a shirt stud one sleeve button, Il
photograph of herself, package Of trix,
two street-car checks, a card with a fun
ny (wicked) story on it, a silk handker-
chief and a pair of gloves. And then she
knew that Desmond was a bankrupt. and
when the man swept the assets of the
concern into a draw and opened the door,
Sbn SnhhaI co1oN-nl Siva11 ..tn1 IL
mine extravaganza which hath did this
thing"
They did not talk much on their way
home. Once she had asked him if he
were rich, and he only said
Enormously"
Such is life. Burlington Fawkeye.