St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-07-05
INCIDENT OF TRAVEL.
Bill Nye Has n Vision Which the
Morning Dissipates.
Springfeld Journal.

Morning DiSstpates.
Springfield Journal
Night before last, after had registered
at the hotel, and had been assigned 1.-The
last room in the house, use the language
of the hotel clerk went into the dining
room TO tea.
After L had regained my confidence
among strangers, and curled myself up in
as abject manner as possible in the pres
ence of the head waiter, began to look
around me for an opportunity to beam on
some unprotected woman with my sunny
smile. 1t is not my custom while travel
ing 10 smile on one in whose heart hope
might spring up to be dashed to earth by my
departure. If L have caused pain in that
way did not intend 10 do so. l can joke
and carry On and have real good time, but
/ do no wish to inspire in any breast a
hope which may be blasted, all, alas, toe
soon.
1t was not long beOore discovered a
beautiful blonde of the female sex at the
further end of the room beneath the chan
delier. Her skin seemed to be of the deli
cate sea shell color. and her hair was corn
colOTed. Her clothes also were entirely
new, should judge, and made especially
for her. On her finger she wore DIANE NJ
ring with perfect ease. She knew just
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 1 thought she
was not entirely insensible to my charms.
Still, she looked at me in kind of half
repTOachful manner, which gave me the
idea that l did not know whether it was in
territorial or not
All that evening she was in my mind. !
dreamed that night that l swoOped down
upon her and carried her away to the re-
hottest boundaries of the world in special
care. The next morning awOke hungry,
for didn't eat much supper the evening
before. / went down to breakfast, waiting
and fOOling away my time, hoping that she
would come while L was in the breakfast
room, and would fill myself up with the
beautiful visions of a cup of coffee.
Anon she came. She sailed into the
room with calm diSdain, and an air of hau-
teur, and such things as that. The head
waiter waved his hand like a self-acting
dude in theater. and gave her seat at
my table. A thrill passed up through my
graceful and delicately nodded spinal
column, and 1 laid down the vulgar sausage
which was about TO feed myself when she
dawned upon me.
1 ventnred to look across the table at
her in the full glare of the newborn day.
(StereOscOpic views of this last sentence
will be forwarded to my address at 81 per
glaTe.) The first thing that l 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 over-mOnkeyed with
the flowing bowl. This showed to the
casual spectator glimpse of her own moth
eaten sage-brush hair peeping out like the
faded tail on an old buffalo robe.
Then l 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 forget her nose with the powder-rag
and that experimenting of course, the
nose, not the powder-Tag-loomedu mp robust
and purple in the CHASTITY waste of cheek
bones and other OSseous formations.
All, what pain il gives me to see my
beautiful vision fade thus before my eyesi
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 ali 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 fled. Out into the
din. hurry and the tireleSS rush of the mad.
mad world. trying 10 stifle the memory of
that broken heart. Should she see those lines
l hope she will not think bitterly of me. L
shall admire her as well reserved ruin,
but love IN such a case would be hollow
mockery.