The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-06-05

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"Eh :" said Mr.. Simpkins, starting from
his reverie. 80, nothing. DoOcid tired.
Hard day at the Office
"Poor old hubby said Mrs. S. sooth-
ingly. "1-I-got that bonnet to-day,
dear.
''Mr. Simpkins gruntcd.
"Would you like to see it = queried his
wife, doubtfully.
At any other time Mr.. Simpkins might
have said "Ies, but now, with the recol-
lection of those cherry ribbons uppemost
in his mind the inspection of any other bon
net would have been torture.
NO" he replied, shortly, 81 don't know
anything about such gewgaws. If il suits
you il will suit me.
Mrs. Simpkins was silent
'G'll go to Grace Church next Sunday, -
the thought, "and have my revenge
Mr.. Simpkins that night dreamed that he
was in heaven, and was being driven about
the streets of the New Jerusalem in 23d
street stage by swft-winged angel, robed
in cherry -colored silk.
He went to his place of business next day,
still in a thoughtful and reflective mood.
Why the recollection of that beatific vision
should remain with him 50 persistently he
did not know. 1t gazed up at him from
the pages of'his ledger, and tloated before
him in the smoke O. his cigar When at
last he left the office and started home again
it accompanied him up Broadway He had
turned into Union Square and nearly reach
ed University Place when he came sudden
ly to halt. BY all the gods Of Greece it
was she.
She stood with her back toward him,
waiting for Broadway car. Those Hebe-
like shoulders-the cherry ribbons He
could not be mistaken. Mr.. Simpilins stood
still dozen yards behind The car came
and stopped. The lady picked her way
daintily toward it over the muddy crossing.
Again the snowy ruflies and that enhancing.
voluptuous, infatuating ankle! Mr.. Simp-
kins followed and took his stand on the
| front platform, crowded as it was, He
could not see into the car, but, by nearly
dislocating his neck and several times losing
his footing, he managed to observe every
passenger as he or she got on or Off On
went the car, past 18th street, past 23d,
past Both street. 1t seemed to Mr. Simp-
kins that the lady would never get out
again, and as he went Mr.. Simpkins busted
himself with thousand vain conjectures.
Who was she2 Was she married or single2
OF what nationality Was she beautiful
He had not seen her face, but the possessor
of such figure he argued, could not be
otherwise than beautiful in feature. Noungl
Yes, she was surely young-and patrician,
too. No pebeian ever owned an instep like
that In fact, so sure of all these things
did Mr. Simpkins feel, that he almost
dreaded the moment when the young lady
should descend, and perhaps, in meeting
him face to face, destroy at single blow
his proudest illusions. He had not long to
wait, for at 34th street the conductors bell
rang, and the lady got out. She crossed
the street, and with Mr.. Simpkins following
in a transport of admiration, entered an Of
flee on the corner.
Now, as Mr., Simpklns' luck would have
1t, this office was the real estate Office of
Mr., John Bigler, and Mr. John Bigler was
brother-in-aw of Mr., Simpkins. Mr..
Simpkins halted suddenly, in some confu-
sion, and ''walked round himself," so to
speak, The-lady passed in without MOTTO
ing him, and disappeared from view, Mr..
Simpkins stood for moment irresolutely in
the doorway, and then fired with a sudden
determination, dashed up stairs.
The offices of Mr.. Bigler were situated on
the second floor They consisted of two
rooms, an outer one about ten feet square,
called by Mr.. Bigler his reception room, "
and larger and more luxurious one within,
reserved for the purpose of confidential in
tervews. AS Mr. Simpkins expected, the
lady was in the private room, but the door
stood slightly ajar, and as she sat with her
back toward it, he could see her earnestly
conversing with the Yillainous Bigler. AT
tnat moment Mr., Simpkins caught Biglers
eye, and beckoned frantically to him to
come out. Bigler, thinking from Simpkin's
excited manner, that the house might be on
fire, came quickly into the outer room. AS
he did so he swung the door wide open, re-
vealing to Mr.. Simpkins' entranced gaze the
lovely object of his pursuit, her head rest
ing upon her small and delicately-g -gloved
hand, her lace shawl dropping gracefully
from her beautiful shoulders, and that pret |
ty foot peeping saucily from beneath the
folds of her dress. Her head was turned
away, and her eyes bent evidently upon the
floor.
The sight was entirely too much for Mr.
Slmpkns, and he seized Mr., Bigler's arm
with such energy that the latter fairly
howed
"What the DEVILS the matter?" exclaimed
Biger.
F'Who is she ?" cried Simpkins, pointing
toward the private room. "lntrcduce me-
In heavens name, who is il I"
iiWhos whe ~ asked the bewildered
Bigler, struggling to free himself from Mr.
Simpkins' grasp. "What in the name Of
common sense is the matter with you z"
''That divine creature in there" said
Simpkins, wildly, 81 must know her |
saw her for the first time yesterday. She's
the most lovely woman ever met. fol- |
lowed her here today. SuOh q figure
Such q step Such an-an ankle Bigler,
! must know her. There are chords, Big
Ter, in the human breast which, once struck, |
render no man responsible for his actions
Who is she 7"
"Who2 That 2" exclaimed Mr., Bigler,
following Mr.. simpkins' gaze toward the
open door.
Mr. Simpkins nodded eagerly. Mr.. Big
Ter looked at Mr.. Simpkins blandly. Then
he looked at the lady, and then again at
Mr. Simpkins. Then he became seized by
a violent internal paroxysm, andcommenced
examining his handkerchief into his mouth
"That :" he exclaimed, as soon ashe had
in some measure relieved himself by this
proceeding; 'why, you blasted fool, that's
your wife !"
Given pp by Doctors,
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