The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1877-08-09
Wrecked in Port.
; was the wild midnipht.

AAo I3Auc mAOuABut was Oh WaCc0 8OQ
had gone to bed three hours before.
A storm brooded over the eastern
heavens. It was thoroughbred brood
storm. Hop brewed, for It was coming
from the yeast. =
A little form covered in the garden
gate. Many manly form has been cow
ard at just such gates, ever since 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.
" cannot see him. l 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-seven yards of foulard, three
yards Of ruching, seven dozen Breton but
tons. and pompadour panier as big as q
dog-house. It was, all his own.
"All is lost" he exclaimed. "Con-
stance de Belvidere, the Russians have
crossed the Balkans. We must Ay."
Constance was noble girl. She only
said "Whither shall we dy2"
He wanted to fly to some lone desei
isle, but she submitted an amendment;
providing that they should fly to the ic9s
cream saloon. I
They few.
In the crowded saloon, where the soft
light fell upon fair women and brave men,
and the insects of summer night fell in
the ice-cream freezer. They spoke no
word. When two sentient human beings
are enguling spoonfuls of corn starch
and eggs and skim-milk, language is a
mockery.
At length Desmond broke the tender
silence. He said:
"More, dearest2"
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 sup
plement to that. And al 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, darling2'
mo-" he said, and then he looked (and
thoughD unutterable things.
Her brow lightened up with ray Of
celestial intellig gence.
6 I see," she said, tapping the empty
plate with her spoon. ''Too cold. Signed,
G. Morbus.''
He denied it bitterly, and bade her re-
main where she was while he settled with
the man.
She, guided by the unerring instinct O.
her sex, peeped through the curtains c.
the saloon. She saw her Desmond he -
ing earnest discussion with the man. Sc
saw the man shake his head resolutely in
to Desmond's pleading looks anC
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
pockets and pile upon the counter pearl
handled pocket knife, six nickels, four
green postage stamps, watch key, two
lead pencils, a memorandum book, q
theater ticket, a pocket comb, an ivory
a shirt-stud, one sleeve-but-
ton, photograph of herself. package
trix, two street-car checks, a card with
funny story on it, silk handkerchief
and pair Of gloves. And then she knew
that Desmond was bankrupt, end when
The man swept the assets of the concern
into drawer and opened the door, she
sobbed, convulsively: "And it was mine
which hath did this thing"
They did not talk much on their way
home. Once she asked him if he was
rich and he only said:
Enormously"
Such is life.-Burli,,gton Ha,ok-Eyc.