The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-03-06
GILT EDGE.
A Tiny Novelette, that Can be Easily Reaa
Before Breakfast.

BEFORE breaRIhSt.
Philadelphia News.
"Can you believe it, my dear Bessie?
At Saratoga this summer 1 actually
danced with a hotel clerk. He was sc
handsome a fellow"
Wilhelmina Wilmerding was reclining
on a lounge in the parlor of q house IL
Fifth avenue. She put a smelling bot
tie to her nose as she spoke.
"How romantic!" said her friend.
"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 as that. But
whether or not, l should add his Offer
to my list"
Every ma counts" said Bessie,
with a look of judicial gravity. Whom
else did you captivate, my dear cousia?"
"There was a young man slender and
so sweet. He was over head and ears
in love with me. What nights we had
The moon! Bessie, folks may laugh a.
the moon bat they can't laugh it down
We used 10 walk together, and his tall
was just heavenly. And he danced like
a cherub."
twas there no n else?"
"There was q man who must, l think,
have come from the west. He was a
thumper; he was No. g.. 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 a hurry for
my aunt's funeral. There is the bell.
| Oh, Bessie, It's Vinccat's card; It's 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, 81 am so fortunate to find you
alone. I have myself been alone since
you left US. / never thought into what
q mocking desert the absence OF one
charmer can turn a smiling world"
eco on, Mr.. Vincent. 1t is too love.
ly for anything to hear you talk"
"Wll,1elmina, / love you'll / have
come to offer you my hand, my heart
and my future"
"Your future! Mr.. Vincent" saiG
Wilhelmina, "are you a Spectator in
futures? Papa will never consent to my
union with a grain SPECTATOR"
"What do you mean, Wilhelmins? ]
am not a grain speculator.
what is your business, Mr.. Vim
cent?"
II am a poet"
"That's just a lovely business! / dote
on poets. Why did you never tell me?"
1T never had the courage. / was
afraid / could not satisfy your ideas Of
worldly grandeur"
what nonsensel / have no ideas Of
grandeur. Al house, a carriage-why.
altogether, I couldn't spend if | tried,
more than $40. 1000 q year"
as that all?"
"That is all. r. sure you can easily
spin that out of your poetry"
81 can in time" said MI. Vincent
with a touch of melancholy in his voice.
"Hew soon, Albert? - said Miss VIII
merding, in a trembling whisper.
I'm 1000 years"
ga thousand what"
ssYears, Wilhelmina. Good by"
Bessie ! Bessiel Bring me my saitsi
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 met at the aeer = asked g strong,
sturdy looking man, entering the par
Tor.
ssMr. Longworth. is it you?' said
Wilhelmina. II thought you knew Mr.
Vincent, the poet"
aNever set ewes on him before, miss.
I reckon he don't move much in our
circle. He must be q plebeian. But
business is business. You'fea prize at
any fair. I love you and / must have
you'll"
aMr. Longworth, you upset me en-.
tirelyl You take my breath away.
Mr.. Vincent has just told me that be
loves me-"
awhat that bag OF bones? Why, +
have more need Of him than you. HI
make you an offer! I'll pay, more fol
him than any one else will. Apoet
Stuff"
who are you?" said Miss Wildmer.
ding, awed by his proud manner.
II ami the biggest vender and bone.
pulverizer in Chicago, /" said Longworth
aWhati" cried Wilhelmlna, with {
look of wonder.
Every day ! boil down 10, 600 hogs
~cafcasses.Dp
"OhIp cried Wilhelmina, placing the
smelling bottle to her nose.
} my income is $50, 900 a year, and I'm