The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1884-12-04
GILT EDGE.
q Tiny Novelette, that Can be Easily Read
Before Breakfast.

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| Before Breakfast.
Philadelphia News.
"Can you believe it, my dear Bessie?
At Saratoga this summer I actually
danced with hotel clerk. He was SO
handsome fellow!"
Wilhelmina Wilmerding was reclining
on lounge in the parlor OF house il
Fifth avenue. She put smelling bot
tie to her nose as sho spoke.
GLOW romantic" said her frisnd.
"Do you really think so, Bessie?
have been in such an agony of doubt
about him."
"You didn't fall in love with him?"
"No, no, not so bad IS that. But,
whether or not, I should add his offer
to my list"
every man counts" said Bessie,
with look of judicial gravity. "Whom
else did you captivate, my dear cousin ?"
"There was young man slender and
80 sweet. He was over head and ears
in love with me. What nights we had
The moon! Bessie, folks may laugh at
the moon, but thew can't laugh it down.
We used to walk together, and his talk
vas just heavenly. And he danced like
q cherub."
"Was there no one else?"
"There was a man who must, l think,
have come from the west. He was
thumper; he was No. 3. He was just
wild over my singing. Both OF them
are coming to visit me-"
"Do you mean to say they didn't pop:
What slow coaches"
II had TO come away in hurry for
my aunt's funeral. There is the bell
Oh, Bessie, it's Vincent's card; iii my
second; it's No. 2. You must leave US
alone; only I wish you could hear him
talk; it's just music"
Bessie, however, left as the slender
youth entered the room.
''Miss Wilmerding," said the young
man, II am so fortunate to find you
alone. I have myself been alone since
you left US. I never thought into what
a mocking desert the absence of one
charmer can turn smiling world"
"Go on, Mr.. Vincent. 1t is too love
ly for anything to hear you talk"
"Wllhelmina, / love you'll I have
come to offer you my hand, my heart.
and nv future"
"Your future! Mr.. Vincent. said
Wilhelmina, "are you a Spectator IN
futures? Papa will never consent to my
union with grain Spectator"
"What do you mean, Wilhelmina? /
am not grain Spectator.
"What is your business. Mr.. Vim
cent?"
81 am poet"
"That's just lovely business! dote
on poets. Why did you never tell me-"
II never had the courage. I was
afraid l could not satisfy your ideas OF
worldly grandeur"
"What nonsense! I have no ideas OF
grandeur A house, carriage-why.
altogether. couldn't spend if I tried,
more than $40 900 year"
us that alp"
"That is all. am sure you can easily
spin that out of your poetry"
81 can in time" said Mr.. Vincent
with touch of melancholy in his voice.
"How soon, Alberto said MISS VIII
merding. in trembling whisper.
I'm 1000 years"
GA thousand what?"
"Years, Wilhelmina. Good by"
Bessie! Bessie. Bring me my salts!
Isn't it too bad? His talk was so love
lies dreaming like. The bell is ringing
again. feel too weak to speak"
"Who was that shaking bag of bones
that I met at the door" asked strong,
sturdy looking man, entering the par.
lor
''Mr. Longworth. is it you?" said
Wilhelmina. II thought you knew Mr..
Vincent, the poet"
Never set ewes on him before, miss.
I reckon he don't move much in our
circle. He must be plebeian. But
business is business. You're prize at
any fair. I love you and must have
you'll"
"Mr. Longworth, you upset me en-
tirely! You take my breath away.
Mr.. Vincent has just told me that he
loves me-"
"What! that bag Of bones! Why, !
have more need of him than you. He
make You an offer I'll pay more for
him than any one else will. A poet!
Stuff"
who are you?" said Miss Wildmer-
ding, awed by his proud manner.
II am the biggest vender and bone
pulverizer in Chicago, "said Longworth.
What" cried Wilhelmlna, with q
look of wonder
Every day 1 boil down 10000 hogs
carcasses."
"Oh!" cried Wilhelmina, placing the
smellingbottle to her nose.
"My incom. is $50, 900 year, and I'm
apower in society and politics, l ami"
Fifty thousand dollars!" said VIII
helmina, II call. mean show your
hand to the Governor, and it's all
right. I'll be your partner for the rest
of the game. 4 thousand years, in
deed. Mr.. Longworth, I'll give you
tip. Don't offer Mr.. Vincent too much
for his bones Ia, ia, love! Au re.
voir !"