The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1877-08-21
WRECK ED IN PORT.
Tale of the rsyperboream vanfIIn-A
Young Mans sad Pate.
From the Burlington IIawk-Eye.

From the Burlington Hawk-Eye.
1t was the wild midnight.
The tame midnight was of watch,
and had gone 10 bed three hours be.
fore.
A storm brooded over the eastern
heavens Ii was thoroughbred brood
storm. Hop brewed, for II was coming
from the yeast.
Hawk-eye Greek was f1lling tumul.
tuously in it's sandy bed. Bugs proba.
bly,. Or ii might have been nervous.
ness.
A little form covered at the garden
gate. Many manly form has been
coward ut 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.
81 cannot see him. will call him."
She was wrong. III she couldn't see
him she certainly couldn't call him with
the same hand. A manly step came
scraping down the sidewalk. Ii was
Desmond.
She threw open the gate aud the
next instant he clasped in his great
strong arms twenty-seven yards ol
fonlards, three yards OF ruching, seven
dozen Breton buttons and pompa-
dour panier as big as dog-house. II
was all his own.
"All is lost" he exclaimed. "Con-
stance de Belyidere, the Russians have
crossed the Balkans. We must hyi"
Constance was a NOZZLE girl. She on
ly said, "Whither shall we Hy?"
He wanted to fly to some lone de-
serted 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 sum-
mer night 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 a
mockery.
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
supplement TO that. And an addenda
TO that. And an exhibit TO that
Gloom sat enthroned upon his brow.
Constance saw IL. She said:
what is il. dearest?"
Ha smoke mot huf siUha1
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
lie looked (and thoughD unutterable
things.
Her brow lightened up with a ray of
celestial intelligence.
II see, said she, tapping the empty
plate with her spoon. TOO cold. -
Signed, c. Morbus.
He denied 1t bitterly, and babe her
remain where she was while he settled
with the man.
She, guided by the unerring instinct
Of her sex, peeped through the cur
tains Of the saloon. She saw her Des-
lubhu nOluluk thIntSl dAHCuhSlon Win
the man. She saw the man shake his
head resolutely in answer 10 Desmond =
pleading looks and appealing gestures.
She saw him lock the door and take
ont the 10Y. and pnt II ~ Lis Pooket,
aud lean mp against the door. She
saw her own Desmond draw from his
own pockets and pile upon tine counter
a pearl-handle pocket knife, ak nickels,
four green postage stamps. a watch
key. two lead pencils, a memorandum
book, a theater ticket Of the variety
denomination. a pocket comb, an ivory
toothpick, a shirt stud, one sleeve but
ton, a photograph Of herself, a box of
trix, two street-car checks, a card with
a funny (wicked) story on it, a hand
kerchief aud a pair Of gloves. And
then she knew that Desmond was a
bankrupt, and when the man swept the
assets OF the concern into drawer
aud opened the door she sobbed con
yulsiyely, "And it vast mine extrava-
gance which hath did this thing"
They did not say much on their way
home. Once she asked him il he was
rich. and he only said:
Enormously"
Such is life.