Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-10-23
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city streets. A yoang man who had
Just seated himself at his break ffast
when some fond recol lections ole ovel
him which led him TO iilliveatii the
weather. He went to the window and
gazed at the storm with evver-increas
ing dismay.
Great Scott he calculated, "here's
4 pretty mess ~ He scanned The
heavens mall directions, but the out,
look was hopeless. Catching up TIT
Herald heeagerly sought for Old Prob's
views on the subject. But the clerk o.
the weather was way of. Old Prob
said clear and cold" With q sniff o.
contempt at such representations
he laid down the paper and devoted
himself to his breakfast, U
The door presently opened and adj
mitted q small, crisp old gentleman
as blooming as q May morning nspite
OF his 65 years. !; If @s.,..:.s.s.s
Morning, Richard" said he. :, IS.
Morning." :; =.
"Seasonable weather, Ell, Richard7
Something electric in q day like this;
sends the blood tingling through your
veins, and SO on. Well, what's the
news--war declared? Pass me that
paper, Dick .5 E#
The oldgentleman's cheerfulness was
slngularly offensive to Richard con
slderlng his own low state, so he hastily
swallowed, his breakfast and struggled
down TO business, mumbling unp1eas.
ant things about the weather all the
way. Martin Davenport, Dicks
uncle, was an importer OF woods for
household interiors. He was wealthy
and bachelor. II one was to believe
all he said he detested women, and
daily declared that if Dick ever mar
ried he must say good-by to his uncle
Richard was his bookkeeper on e.
slender salary (lest he should be led in
to temptation,) and in love with the
dearest girl in the world. He hadn't
told her so because, all things con-
sldered, it was useless. His uncle en-
Joyed rude health, so there were slim
possibilities in that direction
The fact that connubiaI bliss was at
present out OF the question was the
immediate cause of his perturbed
spirit. At this very moment he was
pacing the Office floor in rage. /, He had
invited his fairest fair to accompany
him to the play OF "Julius Caesar" at
Booths Theater The tickets were
purchased days since. Dick pulled
them from his pocket as if hoping some
had changed the date. But
no; March Is, in clearest type, met his
despairing gaze. He groaned aloud.
What the devils the matter with
you, %Dick?" said his uncle who had
Just dried his feet and was preparing
for his morning work.
The wild idea Of throwing himselfup-
on his uncle's mercy crossed his mind,
and without thinking ofthe possibility
OF being ridiculed, he exclaimed, "Uncle,
I'm in o box"
"Box! What kind? Now don't say
financial Richard; it's no good" and
the old gentleman chuckled, gleefuilv.
'You see, it's like this, Uncle Mar
tin" Richard went on, not as glibly as
he could have wished. ave asked O.
young lady to go to the theater to
night and it's raining great guns.
1eWene"
.''She lives in Brooklyn. Storms, YOU
know, and ! ought to take carriage.
TO hire Il carriage to go over there,
and then to wait for us and all that,
would take a lot OF money, and I'm
strapped. Had money enough yester-
day, but I forgot all about to-night's
engagement and paid a bill, and this
miserabl 50 dollar bill is every bless
ed cent I've got. What shall I do,
Uncle?'' ~" =" q - i, 7. 'e<...'s
Beware of the ides of March, Rich
ard, "chuekled the old gentleman, and
he turned his back to the wretched
young man and occupied himself with
the mail o a
Dick felt suicidal. He might send
word that sudden illness prevented
him, etc, but she probably wouldn't
believe it. He plunged his hands into
the depths Of his trousers pockets, he
stared out at the rain imploringly and
detiantly by turns, as il he could influ-
ence the elements by. one expression or
the other. .r"%r% sEw ~
Finally in despair he was about to
90 to work when q messenger boy
brought him @ letter, the reading OF
which caused a grin 81 delight to creep
over his handsome face. Flo heaved a
tremendous sigh OF relief, and muir.
INJURED: s'That was close shave!"
AT; this point Mr.. Martin Davenport
threw down his letters, exclainling:
What are you up to now, Dick?
HsoW's a man to read with you snort.
ing like steam engine? " !, i
Dick Davenport i. soul was simply
Overlooking with gratitude, and he was
ready to pourforth the sequel Of his
recent woe, SO he exclaimed impulsive-
": %..'e;: IL ...s ". 31.s,.-
"Such luck! I've letter from the
young lady. You know IA ",
What young lady?'' 4. @2 !. .%.3= 4
Why the young lady I asked to go
to Booths tonight. !" n II II Il "a, N
. Death in the family and begs to
be excused? You're in clover, Dick =
"Oh! no, uncle, it's-but, here, you
read it." III - +. il, II s$,.. ~,
With o very wry countenance the
old gentleman gingerly took the mis-
sive and read: /; ... 4 Il. 81 D 81.
Dear Nh. Davenport: In consequence
OF the rain, which / do not wish to deprive
meet the pleasure Of this evenings engage.
Inent with y ou, write this to tell you that
will spend the night With my aunt, Mrs.
Bently o. lest fifty third strest, and
you may coll for me there. 1t will save
you e. vet Journey to Broo klyn, and viii
also be much nicer about getting home.
y Vi Don't be offended If I say my Aunt's
cars that II you call for me with q carriage
| refuse to 50 at MI. This Is not & 81 him,
but q principle. I hope you know me- vel
enough To believe that mean pr eisely
what I say. ;+ -
& /. Very truly yours, ANNE FIE1.pssa.
q ~ II 1,nnd thn nlH ON,