The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1881-06-16
A LITTLE GOLD OWL.


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A LITTLE GOLD OWL.
'Do you know what famous Rus
sian beauty once wrote in her album
No? Let me tell you, then. 9TH
Frenchman understands best the art o
talking love, the Italian Of acting it
but the German rocks it to sleep, Will
the Pole ruins it all.
."And the Americana" pleaded mu
steal voice in the ear of the first speaker
The lady made no immediate reply
The PAIR stood in the wings of a tiny
amature theater in one of our large
cities, and the drama of Matrimony, ii
which they had acted, was over. Botl
we're artists in the intense sentiment
of excitement which stirs the ripples O
private life when theatricals and cha
rades become the fashion. Augusta
Bevan, tall, slender and proud, had re
sumed her velvet walking dress, and
toyed with a tiny muff Of pink satin
which was suspended about her neck
by means of a ribbon. Captin Hornblow'
er, easy, graceful and elegant, bent ovei
her in attitude of devotion which he
had assumed with facility of glove
for the past fifteen years in the ball
rooms..of West Point: Saratoga and New
port.
"Your muff seems to be sort of
fairy casket," pursued Captain Horn
blower. "Give me keepsake from
one Of the pockets, l beg, in remem-
berance of the night"
what shall it be-" retorted Augusta
Bevan' gayly.
She sought in the tiny pockets of per-
fumed and quilted satin, and drew forth
a glittering object. This was little
gold owl, beautifully wrought, with
ruby eyes and jeweled claws. When a
spring was touched, a slender pencil
case slid out of the birds head.
"Here is my gift" she said, gently,
and the gallant captain understood that
her words meant capitulation.
Was he glad or sorry? He received
the little gold owl with ELUSIVE graft
tude, and kissed the hand which be-
slowed the gift but it was in the ma
ture Of this military butterfly to doubt,
a. the moment, if he had acted with
unwise precipitation, if he had not sold
himself too cheaply in the matrimonial
market, and if Augusta Bevan was as
great All heiress as she was reputed to
Be.
"My children, remember the Scotch
proverb, Those who fish for minnows
never catch trout" said Mr.. Riddel,
behind them.
Mr.. Riddel, who invariably enacted
the part of benevolent old man, prof
fered his snuff.box to Captain Horn
blower with his quizzical smile.
1--WE are called out again." exclaim-
ed Mrs. Trenthan.
There was n patter of applause, and
the four emerged before the foot-lights
making their salutations in the most
lapproved professional manner. Or
the stage stood Mrs. Trentham in SUI
lperb toilet, Augusta Bevan, Captain
Hornblower, and Mr.. Riddel BeyonG
the circle Of footlights was a fashion
able audience, were blended satin, gold
feathers and lace resembled parterr,
,!lof flowers. while the little theatre, bull
for Mrs. Trentham, made charmin,
background for smiling faces. Ger
tainly the two actresses looked thei
best, for Captain HornblOwer, deepl,
yersed in such craft, had made up thei
stage complexion, with the aid Of roug'
and other cosmetics, moist purpl,
worsted furnishing the requisite sha
dows beneath the eyes.
Said Mr. Riddle, as he conducte,
Miss Bevan home: "You will not for
get my proyerb, Augusta Thos
who fish for minnows never catcl