Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1885-07-09
AN INCIDENT OF TRAVEL.
Bill Nye Has Vision Which tho Morning
Disaip0tes.

Bill Nye Has . Vision Which tho Morning
Dissipates.
Night before last. after-'l had regis
tered at the hotel and had been as
signed ''the last room in the house.
use the language of the hotel clerk
went into the dining-room to tea.
After had regained my confidence
among strangers. and curled myself up
in as abject manner as possible inthe
presence of the head waiter, began to
look around for an opportunity to beam
on some unprotected woman with my
sunny smile. 1t is not my custom 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. can joke and carry
on and have real good time' but do
not wish to inspire in any breast a hope
which may be blasted. ah, alas too
soon.
It 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
a delicate sea-shell color. and her hair
was corn-colored. Her clothes also
were entirely new, should Judge, and
made especially for her. On her finger
she wore diamond ring with perfect
ease. She knew just how to work that
finger in order to get the most poss BILE
glitter out of her diamond. Every little
while would look over there and revel
in her beauty, and thought that she
was not entirely insensible to my
charms. Still, she looked at me in a
kind of half reproachful manner,
which gave me the idea that did not
know whether it was intentional or
not
All that evening she was in my m nd.
l dreamed that night that l swooped
down upon her and carried her away to
the remotest boundaries of the world
in special car. The next morning l
awoke hungry, for I didn't eat much
supper the evening before. l went
down to breakfast, waiting and fooling
away nv time, hoping that she would
come while [ was IN the breakfast
room, and would fill myself up with
the beautiful vision and a cup of coffee.
Anon she came. She sailed into the
room with cold disdain, and an air of
haute1ir, and such things as that. The
head waiter waved his hand like self
acting duke in a theater, and gave her
a seat at my table. A thrill passed up
through my graceful and delicately
nodded spinal column, and l laid down
the vulgar sausage with which l was
about to feed myself when she dawned
upon me.
ventured to look across the table at
her in the full glare of the newborn
day. (Stereoscop:c views of this last
sentence will be forwarded to any adj
dress 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
young man who had over-monkeyed
with the flowing bowl. This showed
to the casual spectator glimpse of her
own moth-eaten sage-brush hair peep
ing out like the faded tail on an old
buffalo robe.
Then I knew we could never be more
to each other than friends. Her nose
was red also and she had not been
properly calcimined. In the hurry
of dressing she had missed her nose
with the powder-rag, and that organ
meaning. of couIse, the nose, not
bue pOWucE-TdS-lo up IOUuSb
and purple in the CHASTITY waste of
cheek-bones and other osseous forma-
tons.
All, what a pain it gave me to see
my beautiful vision fade thus before
my eyes! Then thought how / had
smiled upon her the evening before,
and how, perhaps. a new hope had
sprung up in her heart. and [ feared
that when she knew it was all over be-
tween us the shock, at her time of life,
might kill her.
l left my hot pancakes, with the ma
Pile strip all over them. and fled.
Out into the din, the hurry and the |
tireless rush of the mad, mad world.
trying to st;fie the memory of that |
broken heart. Should she see these |
lines. hope she W IL not think bitter
ly of me- I still admire her as a |
well-preserved ruin. but love in such
case would be a hollow mockery.-
Bill Nye. tn Springfield Journal.