Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1885-06-13
An Incident Of Travel.
Bill Nye in the Pittsburg Dispatch.

Bill Nye in the Pttsburg Dispatch
Night before last, after all had registered at
the hotel and been assigned "the last room In
the house, use the language of the hotel
clerk-I went into the dining room to tea.
After had regained my confidence among
strangers and curled myself up in as abject a
manner as possible In the presence of the head
waiter, began to look around me for an OBJ
portunity to beam on some unprotected wo-
man with my sunny smiles. 1t is not my Gus
TOM while travelling to smile on one in whose
heart hope might spring up to be dashed TO
earth by my departure. If have caused pain
In that way did not intend to do so. lean
Joke ana carry on and have real good time,
put do not wish TO inspire in any breast a
hope which may be blasted. all, alas! too soon
1t was not long before discovered a beautiful
blonde OF the female sex at the farther end OF
the room beneath the chandelier. Her skin
seemed to be of delicate ssea-shell color, and
were entirely new, should Judge. and made
especially for her. On her finger she wore a
diamond ring with perfect ease. She knewjust
how to work that finger in order to get the most
possible glitter out of her diamond. Every little
while would look over there and revel in her
beauty; and thoughtth that she was not entirely
me In a kind of q half reproachful manner,
which gave me the idea that did not know
whether it was Intentional or not.
All that evening she was in nv mind I
dreamed that night that swooped down upon
her and carried her away to the remotest boun.
diaries of the world in q special car. The next
y
supper the evening before. I went down to
breakfast. waiting and fooling away my time
hoping that she would come while was in the
breakfastroom, and 1 would fiji myself up with
the beautiful vision and a cup of coffee.
Anon she came. She sailed into the room
with calm disdain and an air Of hduteur and
such things at that. The head waiter waved
his hand like a self-acting duke in a theater
and gave her seat at my table. A thrill passed
up through my graceful and delicately-molded
spinal column, and laid down the vulgar sau-
sage which was about to feed myself when she
dawned upon me.
Iventured then to look across the table at her
In the full glare of the newborn day. (Stereo-
scopic views of this last sentence will be for
warded to any address at 81 per glare.) The
first thing that discovered was that she hadn't
put her yellow wig on straight. 1t was little
higher on one ear than the other, which gave
her the air OF a young man who has overmon-
Keyed with the flowing bowl. This showed to
the casual spectator glimpse Of her own moth
eaten, sage-brush hair pesping out like the
faded tail of an old Buffalo robe.
Then knew we could never be more to each
she had not been properly kalsomined. In the
marry OF dressing she had missed her nose with
the powder rag, and that organ-meaning of
course, the nose, and not the powder rag
loomed up robust and purple in the ghastly
waste Of cheek bones and other osseous forma-
lions.
All, what a pain 1t gave me to see my beauti-
ful vision fade thus before my eyes! Then 1
before, and how, perhaps, new hope had
sprung up in her heart, and feared that when
she knew it was all over between US the shock,
at her time of life, might kill her.
left my hot pancakes, with the maple syrup
all over them, and fed. Out into the din the
hurry and the tfreless rush of the mad mad
world, trying to stifie the memory OF that bro
ken heart. Should she see these lines, hope
she will not think bitterly of me- still admire
her as a well-preserved ruin, but love in such a
case would be a hollow mOckery.