The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1877-08-09

ANSDYLO OF lCE.CREAM.
U0w the Girl Absorbed Count.
leaa Sauccrs and Bnnkrupied
! l1cr Beau.
1t was the wild midnight. The
tame midnight was off watch and had
gone to bed three hours before. A
storm brooded over the eastern heav-
ems. II was thoroughbred brood
storm. Hop-brewed, for II was COM
Ing from the yeast. Hawkeye Creek
was rolling tumultuously in Its sandy
bed. Bugs, probably. Or 1t might
have been nervousness. A 1.-THE form
covered nj the garden gate. Many a
manly form has been coward at just
such gates, ever since summer nights
and enats and beauty and love and
June bugs were invented.
He does not come" she murmured
softly, as she peered into the dark
ness. ~ cannot see him. will call
him."
She was wrong. II she couldn't
see him, she certainly couldn't call
him with the same hand. A manly
step came seraping 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
| foullard. three yards of ruching, sew
en- dozen Breton buttons aud POM
padour panier as big as dog house.
II was all his own.
"All il lost he exclaimed, Con
stance de Belvidere, the Russians
have crossed the Balkans. We must
f'y."
Constance was noble girl. She
only said, "Whither shall we fly -
He wanted to fly to some lone des-
ert isle, but she submitted an amend
ment providing that they should fly
to some 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 sum
mer night fell into the icc-cream
freezer. They spoke no word.
When two sentient human beings
are engulfing spoonfuls Of corn starch
ana eggs and skim milk, language is
a mockery.
At length Desmond broke the ten
der silence. He said:
More, dearest:''
She smiled and bowed her lovely
head, but did not speak. She was too
full for utterance.
Desmond gioolnily ordered more.
And more when that was gone. And
a supplement to that. And an adden-
da 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 knife.
desmond" she said, you are not
tired of me, darling"'
"By heaven, no." he said, and then
he looked land thought) unutterabie
things.
Her brow lightened up with ray
of celestial intelligence.
~ see," she said, tapping the emp
ty plate with her spoon. Too cold.
Signed, G. Morbus."
He denied it bitterly, and bade her
remain she was while he went and
aettied with the man.
She, guided by the unerring instinct
of her sex, peeped through the cur
tains Of the saloon. She saw the man
shake his head resolutely in answer to
nesmond's pleading looks and appeal
ing gestures. She saw him lock the
door, take out the key, put 1t in his
packet. aud lean up against the door.
| She saw her own Desmond draw from
his own pockets and pile upon the
counter a pearl handed pocket knife,
six nickels, four green postage stamps,
| a watch key, two lead pencils, o
memorandum book, theater ticket
| (of the variety denomination) pock-
ct comb, an ivory toothpick, shirt
stud, one sleeve button, a photograph
of herself, o package Of trix, two street
ear checks, card with o funny
| (wicked) story on it, o silk handker-
chief and q pair of gloves. And then
she knew her Desmond was u bank
yupt, ana when the man swept the
assets Of the concern into drawer
and opened the door she sobbed con-
vulsively: "And it vast mine ex-
trayagance which hath done this
thing"
They did no. talk much on Their
way home. Once she had asked him
If he was rich, and he only said:
Enormously
Such is life Burlington HaDkeyc.