Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-10-20
A DISH OF NUTS,

A DISH OF NUTS.
TN WHICH H NUTS ARE REMEM-
BERED.
1.-The train must be late"
TRAINS always appear to be late to
impatient lovers"
IAN l an impatient lover, then ?"
..You know best"
Il know nothing except"
Except WHAT"
That it is five o'clock, and the pow
mny bolt when he hears the shrek Of
the locomotive"
Good gracious, Iris! Let me get
down."
Iris laughed, and Mrs. Bemrose de-
scended to the ground with all the haste
possible to her middle-aged ankles.
"You do not mind my waiting on the
platform for the dear boy instead P"
She inquired, with n Of her vague
chances around, while rearranging her
mourning garments of widowhood on
he plump person.
mot in the least" rejoined Iris, in
reckless mood. ''If the pony leaps a
ditch or a fence at sight of the train,
We will 60 together"
Iris, how can you say such wild and
horrible things! I will get a man to
stand beside the phaeton.6
Then Mrs. Bemrose gained the plat
form, her gait a toddle peculiar to fat
ladies', and she forgot to summon ga
man" in conversation with a neighbor.
The girl remained alone in the
p%haeton, a 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-
rously from time to time, and she
thought, II wonder what he would do
if we had an upsetP" The person thus
referred to was MI. 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 exp tied Cowper Deben-
ham, to whom she had been engaged
for two years.
How cool she looks! 1 should be
all in a t1utter," thought the young per-
son in the telegraph Office, envious of
the phaeton, and keen]y observant of
the trimming on Miss Gordon's hat,
while rebelling at Fate.
''Her beau's comm home, Tommy,
mother says" piped a small boy, kick
ing his bare feet on the platform with a
recreant companion.
"My eye! I should like to scare her
hoss," retorted Tommy, meditatively.
Mr.. Mulooly lounged over the fence
Of an adjoining coal-yard, swarthy and
GRIM, a short pipe between his teeth,
and paid his tribute to beauty with
national gallantry.
"She is a fine lump of a girl, any,
how" he soliloquized.
All the world is a 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 a commonplace throng.
"How are you, Iris?"
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 futter con-
sidered indispensable to the occasion
BY the young person in the telegraph
Office was perceptible in her manner.
The elusive animation of Mrs. Bemrose
overwhelmed all minor phases of reti-
cence and embarrassment.
81 must tell them about my luggage
said Cowper, slowly. and with a languid
lntonation.
Bless me! are you not WE'LL" cried
Mrs. Bemrose. "He looks pale and
thin, Iris"
Thanks, 1 am perfectly WE'LL" re-
pied the young man, with a faint little
laugh. "Rather bored away from home,
You know, and a trife used up with the
club life of Paris and London"
Naughty boy!!" exclaimed Mrs
hemrose, admiringly.
Iris bit her lip and remained silent.
The ladies waited while Cowper strolleG
back along the crowded platform tc
give those orders concerning his lug
gage of which he had made mention
10 accomplish this duty he was obliged
10 mt an eyeglass into one eye, which
ne did with a dexterity revealing long
practice, and to unbend toward thu
porter, who consented to carry the
boxes and portmanteaus of the traveller
on q hand-cart, after some delibera
ton.
II don't mind dom it to oblige ye
C%owper," said this friendly native, ex
lending a brown hand in greeting. 8:
guess Iris is mighty glad to see ye bacl
mum agin; she's been lookin' kinder
ooWn and peaked lately" -.
Cowper WINGED, and withdrew hi
%hlte fingers from the warm grasp o
tne railway functionary, with some
murmured acknowledgment.
~ wonderi if we shall ever understand
distinctions of class in America" he
uttered.
Ihe town took keen note Of hin
meanwhile.
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