Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1885-05-23
Loves Story.

Mr.. Paul Persimmon had Just fin.
ished his evening toilet
He was q handsome young man of
som2 six and-twenty verdant springs.
with O yellow mustache and hair to cor
respond, pink complexion, like an
Overgrown masculine doll, and big blue
eyes which were pronounced "sweet'
by all the young ladies of his acquaint-
ance and as he stood there, in the glo-
ries Of pearl-coIored suit, with lavender
kid gloves, cameo shirt-studs and an in
tangible odor Of eau de patchouly about
his initiated pocket handkerchief one
could but think of the wax young gen.
tlemen in the 'drapers' and tailors'
windows on Broadway.
Mr.. Persimmon was very handsome,
spoke with q slight lisp and waltzed like
q Parisian-and Mr.. Persimmon was on
the lookout for matrimonial promotion
'Paul must marry rich," said all his
friends. "He could no more buffet with
the waves of adverse fortune than gold
fish could swim among Arctic icebergs.
Poor, dear Paul he must certainly have
wife with money!
And so Mr.. Persimmon himself
thought. He had never been educated
to do anything except quote poetry and
look handsome, but these things he cer-
tainly accomplished to perfection. And
he was just issuing from his apartment
in Mrs. Gustabrook' frst-class board
ing house when Major Milfoil met him
face to face.
"Hallo p cried Mr.. Persimmon, cor
daily, extending one trim, little gloved
hand.
"Hallo, old fellow" responded Major
Mifoil, cavalierly. Il was just coming
up to talk over last nights party with
you. But You are going out-well, I'll
walk with you a part Of the way"
And he passed his arm through that
of Mr.. Pcrsimmon, adding:
Charming evening, wasn't it?"
Delightful, drawled the exquisite,
swinging his tiny ebony cane back and
forth as he walked 'But Miss Ellerv
docs always give such tip-top entertain
ments T.
You, at least, appeared to enjoy it, -
said bis friend, good-humoredly. Il
saw you flirting desperately with some
girl or other y
Mr.. Persimmon smiled, and pulled his
faxen mustache.
"Ye-es!' he observed, consciously.
1--WE pretty much made up my mind in
that quarter y
"a foregono conclusion, eh?" said
Major MIfoil. "Well, at all events, she
is very pretty in the bright sparkling
style of feminine loneliness, and she
dresses well, too. May venture to ask
her name, and what may be her locaI
hahi:atou'?'
"Oh, of course, asserted Mr.. Persim.
mon. IL was going to call there thii
morning as soon rs I'd been round by
the club house, and stopped in ct the
Montmartere Hotel for few minutes
She is staying at No. - Merido1
street. ana her name is Miss ST. Os
borne ~
Miss St. Osbornew
Yes what is there so peculiar abou
the name? lis rather unusual 10 b,
sure, but"
And Ne. - Meridon street?''
"Exacty 80" was the somewh
puzzled aL,ver Now will you b
good e1oneG TO tell me what you ar
orcnlne your eyes so wide for?"
Nothing" Major Milfoil answere,
with slight shrug of his shoulders
except that the Miss st. Osborne VIII,
boards with Mrs Parker at No. -
Meridon street, is a music teacher, snt
gives lessons to my brothers three it'll,
girls"
Mr.. Persimmon stopped short in th'
very fiood-tide OF pedestriauism tina
flows at MONDAY round the corner o
Broadway and Fourteenth street, and lie
fall the tiny ebony cane in his consterna
tion.
"Eh?" he calculated. feebly; g,
nn>ic-teacher? Why, 1 always sup
posed she was an heiress."
''Who told you SO o. asked Milfoil
wonderingly,