Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-11-09
GILT EDGE.
a Tiny Soyelette That Can be Read
Before Breakfas
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''Can you believe il, ny dear Bessie?
At Saratoga this summer l actually
danced with a hotel CLERK. Ee Tas SO
handsome fellow!''
Wilhelmina Wilmerding was reclining
on lounge in the psrlor OF nouse in Fifth
avenue. she put j smelling bottle TO her
nose as she spoke.
''HOT romanticl'' said her friend.
DO you really think SO. Bessie?
have been IN such an agony Of doubt
about HIN"
You didn't fall in love with him."
No, no, not so bad as that. But,
whether or not, l should add his offer 10
my list.''
Every man counts said Bessie, with
look Of judicial gravity. Whom else
did you captiTate. ny dear cousin =
There was one young man. slender.
and so sweet. He was over head and ears
in love with me. What nights we bad!
The moon. Bessie. folks may laugh at the
moon, but they can't laugh It down. We
used to walk together, and his talk was
just heavenly. Aud he danced ike
cherub."
Nv as there no one eize:''
There was a man who must, ! think,
have come from the West. He was a
thumpeT; he was No. 8. He was just wild
over my singing. Both Of them are COM
ing 10 visit me-"
DO you mean to say they didn't pop
What slow coaches"
II had TO come away in a hurry for my
auUt's funeral. There Is the bell. Oh,
Bessie, it's Yincent's card; it's my second;
it's No. >. 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 WiImerdlng," said the young
man, II am so fortunate to find you alone.
l have myself been alone since you left Us.
1 never thought into what q knocking
desert the absence Of one charmer can
turn a smiling world"
''GO, on, Mr.. Vincent. 1t is too lovely
for anything to hear you talk
''Wilhelmina, l love youi l have come
10 offer you my hand, ny heart and my
future"
.'Your future! Dir. Vincent" said
Wilhelmina, "are you a Spectator in
futures: Papa viii never consent to NY
union with grain spectator"
What do you mean, Wilhelmiua: l am
not a grain speculatOT.
"What is your business, Ar. Nincent:'
Ppm poet"
That's just a lovely business, dote
on poets. Why did you never tell me:'
Il never had the courage. ! was afraid
/ could not satisfy your ideas Of worldly
grandeur"
''What nonsense! 1 have 20 ideas Of
grandeur. A house, carriage--why, al
together, couldn't spend, II l tired more
than so. 60 year"
rs ttat eiI:r
THAT Is all. am sure you can easily
spin that out Of your poetry"
Il can. in time" said Mr.. Vincent, with
a touch OF melancholy in his voice.
"HOw soon Alberto" said Miss y i
merding. in a trembling whisper.
I'm 1909 years"
"a thousand WHAT
Years, Wilhclmina. GOcd-by."
''Bessie. Bessie, Bring me my salts.
Isn't il too bads his talk was so love
lies-dreaming ike. The bell is ringing
again. / feel too faint TO speak,"
''Wh0 was that shaking bag Of bones /
that l met at the door," asked a strong, /
sturdy-lOOkiDg man, entering the pariOr.
Mr.. L0ngworth, is it you:' said VIII I
helmiBa. i thought you knew Mr.. Vim +
cent. the poet"
Never set eyes on him before, miss. I /
reckon he don't move mach il our circle. /
He must be a plebeian. But business is !
business. You're prize at any fair. l 4
love you and must have yOuw
MIR. LOngwOEth, you upset me en- /
tirely. You take my breath away. BIZ. /
Vincent has just told me that lie loves I
me-"
what. that agofbones: Why, 1 have 4
more need Of him than you. He make +
you an offer. I'll pay more for him than 4
any one else viii. A poet! Stuff"
Who are YOU - said Miss Wilmer
ding, awed by his proud manner.
Il am the biggestFvender and bone-pul- F
yerizer in Chicago" said Sir. LOngwOrth.
What" cried Wilhelmina, with q
look Of wonder.
Every day Z boil down 1900 hogs /
carcssses.'
"Ob" cried Wilhelmina, placing the +
smelling-bOttle n her nose.
"My income Is $4,000 year and I'm /
power in society aud politics, I ami
FIFTY thousand dOllaTsr said Wilhel- /
nina. Il call l mean, show your hand /
to the governor, and if it's all right I'll be 4
your partner for the rest Of the game. a I
years. indeed Mr.. LOngwOrth, !
I'll give you tip. Don't offer Mr. Vim 4
cent too much for his bones. Ia, IA, love. /
Au reTOirf