Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-31
HOW PHIL GAINED HIS POINT
ny WILLIAM KENNEDY.

Ay.
Nothing strange In that, perhaps, ex-
cept that Phil was the most irresponsible,
clever, graceless, good for. nothing Be-
hcmian in the world, and the Southerns
were the most aristocratic and wealthy
people within 100 miles.
The dear old world, who never could,
can, or will let other folks business alone,
shrugged her mighty shoulders, and whis.
pered to her lady's maid, the moon, that
1t wasn't proper. The moon turned
pale, winked, and said something must
be done.
But Phil Copely kept on visiting the
Southern family. ! $
90, Philv'
Such charming voice-such perfect
lips as pronounced those simple words
one fine afternoon, while my scapegrace
was taking look at the conservatory
with Alice Southern! What delicious
little suggestions Of bon-bons, of honey
Of cream dates, of rahdatee- locoomb-ol
whatever it is called--of nectar and am.
brosa- in a word, as Keats so toothsomely
has it:
"Jellies soother than the creamy curb,
And lucent sirops tinct with cinnamon" :.
there were in that voice!
Did you ever observe, O gentle and
etulgent reader, how differently your
name sounds when uttered by different
persons? Why, I have heard my plain
cognomen made more mellifuously mu-
steal than Weber's last waltz played by
two French horns, which I consider the
most mellihuously musical perform
ance ever heard, save in the instance
mentioned. But, you know, am so sus-
ceptible.
10 return to Phil Copely. When he
heard Alice Southern say, 20, Philip as
above, he experienced various extraordi.
nary emotions in the left thoracic region,
and looked upon the young lady IN a
peculiar way, much as dyspeptic pa.
tlent looks upon a perigord pat
aux truffes.
20, Phlll!"
''Well, I don't care! 1t is true. I am
worthless vagabondv'
ut is not true at all, and you have nc
right to say So"
1--WE good mind to go and drown
myself.
"Phill Copely, if you don't stop talk.
ing SO, LII never speak to you again!'
''She had about as much idea of execu.
ting her threat as he had of executing
his.
swell, just look at the case. Don't
you see that am william and scound-
rel to keep coming here every day or two
whon 7 houo 4o II H.. II G
Don't you know that I havn't cent
except the miserable pittance nv aunt
left mel wish she had taken it with
her when She died And your father
would as soon see you mary acoal-heavel
as me? Am not vampire in the bosom
of the family? Oughtn It I to be thorough.
ly ashamed of myself? Yes, and, by
George, I am, too!
20, PHILIP
Imploringly this time, and with Ger.
tain hazy humidity to the clear Qet me
steal charming epithet from one of aid.
rich's poems) "b1onze-brown" eyes, that
was no detriment to their beauty, but
which wounded Phil Copely like two.
edged sword.
IL will go away, somewhere he said
III will join the navy or the amy. will
60 to Hong Hong, before the mast-turr
missionary, or something. What shall
do?"
There was real, earnest suffering in this
last question; for Alice's eyes were upon
him, and he felt that while they could
look thus, he was not only incapable Of
going to Hong Kong, but any other dis.
lance Of more than ten feet was equally
insurmountable.
So he staid just where he was, and the
effect, artistically considered, was mucn
the better for his presence.
curiously fashioned of fantastic and mis-.
shapen branches. Tropical cacti, looking
like vegetable sausages, stood stif1y
around, with their ragged blossoms Of
scarlet and yellow hanging from them, as
if they did not belong there at all
Orange trees perfumed the atmosphere
with their creamy flowers, and cast soft
greenish shadow through the conservato.
ry, where ca1nelias, red and white
bloomed all about, contrasted with water
lilies OF rare kinds; passion flowers; roses
OF endless variety and beauty; fuchsias
as large as the end of my finger; al,
plants daintily trailing their delicate
tracery down from pretty little wire bas-
kcts, hung high alooft; and, in short, all
the curious and beautiful flowers and
plants that gardeners and poets love.
Next to the body of the Academy OF
Music, on grand opera night, I like the
greenhouse,
There sat the lovers, looking very sad
very affectionate, and very handsome as
many other couple have sat beforehand
considering themselves the most unfo1
tunate young folks in the world-also as
many another couple have done, and
more betoken, will do to the end OF
time"
30 Philip
His hand had found hers in some mys
ferrous way (does anybody ever know
how hands get together, under such cir
cumstancesD, and their fingers were loose.
~ interlaced. Leaning against the back
of the quaint seat, their heads somehow
rested very close to each other, SO Phil's
lips touched one Of Alice's ringlets-
great showery splendor of gold and ma
hogany color; not red, mind you, not red
dish, but just the least bit Of sugges-
ton OF reddish brown, in certain half
lights, all threaded and shining with
pale gold, so as to be perfectly I don't
know what
Phil's breath stirred this ringlet.
changing the play Of its light and shadow.
Pills hand clasped the delicate digits
more closely. Phil's arm unconsciously
passed around the slender waist another
inscrutable mystery-and Alice's head
dropped gently down, until it rested gent
ly upon Phil's shoulder.
Then, upon this scene, SO full of grace
and graciousness-of color-of flower
Perfume of quiet beauty-stole wond-
rOus train Of melody Did un11 euer hear.