The Benton record. [volume] (Benton, M.T. [Mont.]) 1875-1879, 1877-09-21
Selected Story.
W WaECKED IN PORT.
A Tale of Horror.

The time midnight was off watch and
had gone to bed three hours before.
II 4 storm brooded over the eastern heav-
ems. 1t was a thoroughbred brood storm
! Hop for it was coming from the
yeast,
Hawkeye creek was rolling tumultuous
ly in its sandy bed. Bugs, probably. o.
it might have been rvousness.
A 1.-THE form covered al the garden gate.
Many manly form has been coward II
" Just such gates, ever since summer nights
and gnats and beauty and love aid june
q bugs were invented.
+ "He does not come," she murmured,
/ softly, as she peered into the darkness. II
cannot see him. | will call him
Sac was wrong. Ii Sue couldn't see him,
she certainly couldn't call him with tho
same haud. A manly step came scraping
down the sidewalk 1t was Desm 5nd
She threw open the gate, and the next
instant he cIasped in his great, strong
arms twenty->even yards of toulard, three
yards Of rucaiag, seven dozen Breton but
tons, and pomDadour panier as big as
oyhousG. 1t was all his own.
"All is lost" he exclaimed. Soon
stance de Belyidere, 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 amendemeut,
providing that they should fly to some ice
cream saloon.
They flew.
In tue crowded saloon, where the soft
light fell upon fair women aud brave men,
and the insects Of a summer night fell in
the ice-cream freezer, they spoke no word
When two scutient human beings are
engulphing spoontuls Of corn-star,h and
eggs aad skimmiik, language is a mock,
cry.
At length Desmond broke the tender
silence. He said i:
More, dearest ?"
She smiled aud bowed her lovely head
but did not speak. She was too full for ut
erauce.
Desmond gloomily ordered more. And
more when that was gone. Aud a. supple
ment to that. And AN addenda to that.
And an exhibit to that.
Gloom safe enthroned upon his brow
Constance saw il. She said
"What is it, dearest2"
He spake not, but sighed.
A dreadful suspicion stabbed her heart
like a. knife.
Desmond she said, "you are not tir-
ed OF me, darling?'
"By heaven, no." he said, and then he
BOXED land though.) unutterable things.
Her brow lighteLed up with ray Of ceie..
tal intelligence.
Il see" she said, tapping the empty
plate with her spoon. TOO cold. Sign
ed Z. Morbus."
he den.ed it bitterly, and bade her !
remain where she was while be settled !.
with the man.
She, guided by the unerring instinct Of
ner sex, peeped ttro gh the curtains . til ]
saloon. She saw her Desmo-d holding .
earnest = discussion with the man. She saw
'Ae man shake his head resoiutely ii al 4I
'TeF 10 Desmond's pleading looks and ap
PeaIng gestures. She saw min lock tar !.
U0oF, take outline key, put it IN his pocket. j
"N0 ean up against the door. She saw her Il
'"a Desmond draw from his own peck 4ts il
r. Pne upon ,Ae counter pesrl-ilan4te Il
F,'Hs''fn'te, six niekels, four green post i
sSs's'amPs' watch-key, two lead pencils, i
], 1 "slaorandum-book, theatre ticket laf il
i II variety denomination pocket comb,
i II very toothPick, ashirt-stad, one sleeve Il
~ rs'oa' q photograph Of herael., a package Il
S''A' Two stseet-eag checks, a carl with 1 81