The Mineral argus., 1885-03-12
GIT EDGE.



Before DEeakfAss.
Philadelphia News
"Can You believe it, my dear Bessie
At Saratoga this summer I actual,
danced with hotel clerk. He was 81
handsome fellow"
Wilhelmina Wilmerding was reclining
On a lounge in I 20 psrlor of house ii
Fifth avenue. She put q smelling bot
tie to her nose as she spoke.
"How romantic!" said her friend.
"Do you really think 30, Bessie?
have been in such an agony of doub
about him."
fuu ditin fail II IN IN iiore with him 2.
"No, no, not so bad as that. But,
whether or not, should adj 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
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. but they can't laugh it down
We used to walk together, and his tall
was just heavenly. And he danced like
q cherub."
'Was there no one eIse?"
"There was man who must, think,
have come from the west. He was
thumper: he was No. 3. 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"
81 had to come away in q 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 l wish you could hear him
talk; it's just music"
Bessie, however. left as the slender
youth entered the room.
"Aliss Wilmerding," said tho young
man, 81 am SO fortunate to find you
alone. have myself been alone since
you left us. l never thought into what
knocking desert the absence of one
chsrmer can turn smiling world"
go on, Mr.. Vincent. 1t is too love.
~ for anything to hear You talk"
"Wilhelmina, ! love You! I have
come to offer you my hand. my heart
and my future"
"Your futurei Mr.. Vincent" sale
Wilhelmina, ARE you . speculator in
Papa will never consent to my
union with q grain Spectator.
"What do you mean. Wilhelmina? !
am not grain Spectator.
what IL your business. Mr.. Vim
cent?"
II am poet"
That's Just lovely business! dots
on poets. Why did you never tell meY
II never had the courage. wa
afraid could not satisfy your ideas oil
worldly grandeur"
"What nonsense! I have no ideas oil
grandeur. A house, . carriage-why,
l couldn't spend il I tried,
more than s2O.OOO year."
as that ALP"
"That is all. am sure You can easily
spin that out of your poetry"
II can in time" said Mr.. Vincent
with touch of melan chOly in his voice.
How soon, Alberty" said Miss Viii
in trembling whisper.
I'm 1000 years"
"a thousand what?"
"Years, Wilhelmina. Good.by."
Bessie! Bessie! Bring me my salts!
Isn't it too bad? His talk was so love.
like. The bell is ringing
again. feel too weak to speak,"
"Who was that shaking bag of bones
that met at the door," asked strong,
sturdy looking man, entering the par.
lor.
''Mr. Longworth. is it you?" said
IL thought you knew Mr.
Vincent, the poet"
"Never set ewes on him before, miss.
reckon he don't move much in our
circle. He must he o plebeian. But
business is business. You're prize at
any fair. I love you and l must have
you!"
"AIr. 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, J
have more need of him than you. HI
make YOU an offer! I'll pay more fol-
him than ANY one else will. A poet
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 Wilhelmina, with .
look of wonder.
Every day boil down 10000 hogs
carcasses."
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