Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-10-11
A DISH OF NUTS.

A DISH OF NUTS.
In WHICH THE NUTS ARE REMEM-
1syTsz~t BERED.
The train must be late
Irains always appear to be late to
impatient lovers
Am Ian Impatient lover, then ?''
''You know BEST
Il know nothing except
Except whatg
THAT it is five o'clock. and the pony
may bolt when, he hears the shrek OF
the. locomotive
down.
Iris laughed, and Mrs. Bemrose de-
scended to the ground with all the haste
possible TO her middle-aged ankles.
"fou do not mind my waiting on the
Platform for the dear boy instead ?''
she inquired, with one of her vague
Chances around, while rearranging her
mourning garments of widowhoOd on
he plump person
.'Not in the least" rejoined Iris, in
reckless mood If the pony leaps a
ditch or a fence at sight of the train,
we will 90 together"
Iris, how can you say such wild and
stand beside the phaeton."
Then Mrs. Bemrose. gained the plat
form, her gait toddle peculiar to fat
ladies, and she forgot to summon "a
man. in conversation with aaneighbor.
The girl remained alone in the
phaeton, q smile on her lips, and a
curious sensation of pain in her heart.
She looked straight before her at the
pony's ears, which were pricked ner-
vously from time to time, and she
thought, Il wonder what he would do
if we had an upset?" The person thus
referred to was Nc. Cowper Debenham,
now expected by the train.
A modern railway station is not an
effective frame for a heroine. but such
romance as is possible to the situation
became centered in Iris Gordon by COM
mon consent of the manufacturing
town where she had been born and still
lived. She expected Cowper Deben-
ham, to whom she had been engaged
for two years.
How cool she looks l should be
all in a fiutter, thought the young per-
son in the telegraph office, envious of
the phaeton, and keenly observant of
the trimming on Miss Gordon's hat.
while rebelling at Fate.
Her beau's comm home. Tommy,
mother says" piped small boy. kick
ing his bare feet on the platform with a
recreant companion.
s'Mv eve | should like to scare her
hoss," retorted Tommy, meditatively.
Mr.. Mulooly lounged over the fence
of an adjoining coal-yard. swarthy and
grim, short pipe between his teeth,
and paid his tribute to beauty with
national gallantry.
..She is a fine lump of girl. any
how" he soliloquiZed.
ALI the world is stage, and Iris thus
received her need of criticism from her
little public.
Then the train arrived, the pony shiv-
cred but stood firm, and Cowper Deben-
ham appeared, tall, slender, elegant,
in commonplace throng.
How are you. Iris9''
s.Welcome home, Cowper."
Such was the public greeting of the
lovers. A wave of bright color over
spread the girls face, but her words
were few, and none of the hutter con-
sidared indispensable to the occasion
by the young person IN the telegraph
Office was perceptible in her manner.
The effusive animation of Mrs. Bemrose
ONGTW ueiluct yusiSCS VI lClI-
cence and embarrassment.
Il must tell them about my luggage"
said COwper, slowlysand with a languid
intonatiOn-
BLESS mel are you not well, cried
Mrs. Bemrose. He looks pale and
thin, Iris.
Thanks, l am perfectly well,' re-
piled the Young man. with Il faint little
laugh. ..kather bored away from home.
YOU know, and a trifie used up with the
club life of Paris and London"
Naughty boy"' exclaimed Mrs.
Bemrose, admiringly.
Iris bit her lip and remained silent.
The ladies waited while Cowper strolled
back along the crowded platform to
oiye those orders concerning his lug
Gaoe of which he had made mention.
4 O accomplish this duty he was obliged
TO fit an eveglass into one eye, which
he did with dexterity revealing long
practice. and To unbend toward the
norter, who consented to carry the
boxes and portmanteaus of the traveller
on a hand-cart, after some delibera-
ton.
Il don't mind doin' it to oblge We,
Cowper.'' sad this friendly NATIVE, ex
tending a brown hand in greeting. Il
guess Iris is mighty glad to see We back
hum agin; she's been lookin' kinder
down and peaked lately
Cowper WINGED. and withdrew his
white fingers from the warm grasp of
the railway functionarv, with some
murmured acknowledgement.
IT wonder if we shall ever understand
distinctions of class in America" he
uttered.
. The rown- took keen note of him
meanwhile.
..WsII. I declarer' said the young