River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1884-12-25
GILT EDGE.
a Tiny Novelette, that Can be Easily Read
Before Breakfast.


Before Breakfast.
Philadelphia News
"Can You believe it, my dear Bessie2
At Saratoga this summer 1 actually
danced with a hotel clerk. He was so
handsome felIowl"
Wilhelmina Wilmerding was reclining
On lounge in the parlor of a house in
Fifth avenue. She put smelling bot
lie to her nose as she spoke.
How romanticl" said her friend.
do you really think so, Bessie? /
have been in such an agony of doubt
about him?"
"You didn't fal il love with him."
"No, no, not so bad as 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
50 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 they cau't laugh it down.
We used to walk together, and his talk
was just heavenly. And he danced like
cherub."
WAS there no one else?"
"There was man who must, / think,
have come from the west. He was a
thumper; he was No. B. 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; it's my
second; it's No. 2. You must leave us
alone; only | 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. / have myself been alone since
you left us. never thought INTO what
hooking desert the absence of one
charmer can turn smiling world.
| go on, Mr.. Vincent. 1t is too love-
Iy for anything to hear you talk"
"Wllhelmina, / love you'll ! have
come to offer you my hand, my heart,
and my future"
"Your futurei Mr.. Vincent" said
Wilhelmina, "are You a Spectator in
futures? Papa will never consent to my
union with a grain Spectator.
What do you mean, Wilhelmina? I
am not grain Spectator.
What is your business, Mr.. Vim
cent?"
II am a poet"
"That's Just lovely business / dote
on poets Why did you never tell me? 2"
II never had the courage l was
afraid could not satisfy your ideas of
worldly grandeur"
"What nonsensel / have no ideas of
grandeur. A house, carriage why,
altogether. l couldn't spend if | tired,
more than $40 900 year"
as that all?
"That is all. am sure you can easily
spin that out of your poetry"
''I can in time" said Mr. Vincent
with a touch of melancholy in his voice.
How soon, Alberto said Miss Will
merding, in trembling whisper.
In 1000 years"
GA thousand what ?"
F'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 L met at the door" asked strong,
sturdy looking man, entering the par
| lor.
'FMr. Longworth, is it you?" said
Wilhelmina. Il 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 a plebeian. But
business is business. You'rea prize at
any fair. I love you and | must have
your
"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
HluI Olldu OllC ClOO WILL ~ 'OCp'
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 a
look of wonder
every day L boil down 10000 hogs
carcasses."
"Oh!" cried Wilhelmina, placing the
smelling bottle to her nose.
"My income is $50, 600 year, and I'm
a power in society and politics, 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. A thousand years, in
deed Mr.. Longworth, I'll give you a
tip. Don't offer Mr.. Vincent too much
for his bones. Tia, ia, love! Au re-