Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1885-08-20
REMORSELESSLY CRUSHED.

Somers Bradley stepped into the large dry
goods house of Smith 4 Gruitz to match
worsted.
He was young man blessed Che didn't
call II blessed) with an endless lot OF femi-
nine cousins. He was always being sent to
match something, and he felt that the fates
were against him.
II may here be well to remark that his
relatives were all on the shady side of 80 and
undeniably plain. Somers himself was tall,
slender fellow of some 25 of the blonde type
and an athlete. He had broken two fingers
playing base ball, otherwise his hands were
His heart was in the right place. by which
i mean that It was large and had not yet |
been captured. His ideal of feminine per-
| fection was dark and brilliant brunette
He had never met his her. He sauntered |
| leisHrely along, of course, not having the |
least idea whore the worsted counter was |
| (for In spite his ''confounded OK experience" |
| he invariably forgot), but having plenty Of |
time and being ashamed to ask he determined
to walk until he saw It.
He glanced upand staring handkerchief
sign caught his eye. He remembered no
needed some new ones and quickened his
walk toward IL.
Standing counter away, examining some
fancy lace mouchoirs stood the "she."
She was what Bradley mentally remarked
A woman would have called her dress loud,
but the masculine mind designated 1t as
, "stunning"
Her eyes were gloriously black and Ian
gushing; rather too langulshing as she saw
the handsome young fellow staring at her
with admiration. Her figure was fine and
G her dress glove-htting.
Of buying Duchesse handkerchiefs, but he
suddenly remembered that "Louise was
v good old girl Louise was the oldest and
: glance from those glorious orbs was well
Y | worth the price of the bit Of lace.
o He was not poor and always fiirted liber-
IS ally.
). was glaring about wondering "what in thun-
!, der he should say" when, all, cruel fate the
divinity calmly sauntered away.
As she turned, the corner of her visite
% swept to the floor a handkerchief
s. Her own, thought the benighted youth
n. and fortunately, having sense enough left to
ia glance around to observe IL any one was look
a ing, and seeing no one was, he stopped and
picked 1t up.
as On one corner, in faint letters, were the
1t initials "P. L."
,e "By jove," muttered he, "Im in luck.
,e I'll lay ten to one it's that bewitching niece
is of Mrs. Emerys. That Pauline Lombard
:, =, Cad said she had stunning eyes"
III Cad was his sister, and had remarked tina,
pc Miss Lombard's eyes were just perfectly ele
IS. giant
It, In an instant, still with his find In hi,
nd hand, he had formed this supremely delight
,o full vision.
SOME rleasailt AFTERNOON, Wnen calling Oh
IL Mrs. Emery, the radiant vision, which mo
a meDt stood at his side, would glide into th'
ok room and be introduced. Then some even
We ing, at one OF her aunts delightful theatr
ne parties, the beautiful faulIne's head woul,
,v be near his own, while she was running
~ down the prima donnas beauty and h
'w might contrive to slip note into her bou
an quet, which, of course, he would be holding
ial And then dimly lit conservatory, tn
i'm scent Of heliotrope and those eyes would d
the business, and at last the wondern
Somers would reach the state of being " sci
ALL tied" so ardently longed for by his fond rt
4; lations.
Ia All this (the thought of her possible n
Oh fusal never entered his head) and thousan
in details lowered around the brain of the smi
w. ten youth.
TO He walked along regarding the bit OF can
brio in his hand with smile OF tenderness
not 10 say idiocy.
he One :, Of the the clerks, regarding him. r
per, I" Cracked, slightly"
Bradley heard the whisper, reused hmse
49,, and darted a look of the most disgusted an
,w, "s, crushing quality at his scoher, when pan
o. ing noise and the clicking of those "wretche
beel-plates which he did wish shop CIR
wouldn't wear" and the girl who had wal
~. ed on the "daughter of the gods exclaime
''' in frightened accents:
3. ooh, if you please sir, No, 5 said yo
+ picked up one OF the unsorted handk erchief
and was carrying 1t away. ] wasn't notl
ing"
,,t And seeing the puzzled look his fac
she inwardly echoe" Inc uncrushable clerk
III; | verdict
ma Well, well I" calculated the astonishe
tor, | vouno man. al thought IL belonged to n
ms. lady standing there, her initials are on it, Il
ub- | one with the black eyes, you know. Ter
IL was about to take 1t TO her."
He had chosen singularly slow space /
ted | which to accomplish his errand of mercy
iful but he didn't think Of that The shop 81
80 did.
ave He handed the innocent cause of all tn
mas trouble to tho girl, who glanced at q
bes "initials 7" and smiled, in fact, she smiled
of great deal.
by "Oh, sir the p. l.. stands for pure linen
, as pelongsa 10 the unsorted pie. ~
,dv lady was Mrs Flarrety, the brewers wifi
nea But the remainder of her explanation WI
J oi lost on the unfortunate Bradley, who b
md coming angriiy aware Of the staring and ii
eve tering clerks, hastily decamped, leaving b
,os- hind him the general impression that he W,
on, either a kleptomaniac a tribe loony
For months he avoided the store of Smit
no Gruitz as II 1t were unpaid tailor an
irr, when he finally did return he acquired
les knack of dodging in side door and max In
red straight for tho worsted counter, hurryin
the through his purchases and shooting OF
-. | again.
os or. His cousin Louise (who, by the way new,
.he got that lace handkerchieD remarks th
ing Som doesn't harmonize" the shades nearl
1t as well as he used to.
pse He fiattered himself that the story had N,
ora got round the store until one day the prett
'no sales girl snatched her handkerchief from II
counter, when II was lying near his han,
Oh and looked at him roguishly from a pair
no brown eyes.
of Since then the worsted counter had lost
,ne fairly liberal patron.
T, That look was the last straw Fron H
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