The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1885-12-17
"fiiAT MITT."

with watchful, albeit rather sleepy
of State street in our busy, bustling,
well-bopraised city, He was leaning,
with languid grace, peculiar to his
kind, against one OF those aesthetic.
posts impressed of late years into tho
postal service of our country, and as.
he leaned there he softly hummcd a
verse of which tho only audible words
wero good night, ladies'
The young and talented gentleman
here introduced acaS gentleman,
courteous, brave, and kind, and one of
fortunes favorite sons. He was also
the city editor of The MorWiRg coop
eHup, most brilliant and influential of
our city journals, and he was in that
particular place at this particular time
in patient search after that thing which
his soul loved-an item.
The sun was shining with almost
southern intensity, and Sylvestre, who.
| should have told you, was of SOUTH
ern birth, had only to close his eyes u
little more than usual and stand near
one of ltalia's palatial pomological
emporiums 10 be transported, Aladdin
like, to his childhood's home, had he
so willed it.
In the throng of pedestrians and the
hurrying OF vehicles this cynical young
man saw nothing that to his intelli-
gent eye was more than an oft-told
tale. lie continued his observations
from force of habit, OF, rather, from
that instinct born with the rightful
member OF the fourth estate. He stood
"as one who slept and dreamed; all
things to him unreal seemed" when,
10! one of those fortunes that favor the
brave. A rustling of silks, tapping
OF tiny bo0t-heeis, gay but subdued
chime of charming laughter, a bcwil-
dcring glimpse Of scarlet lips and eyes
that suggested black velvet and black
diamonds, all those distracting things
in fact that have disturbed the peace
of men since Lilith. first beloved,
dawnod on Adam. 1t was but q mo-
ment, and the vision had passed him
before our hero had fairly opened his
eyes. HIS mind was for once rippled,
and like some "inspired idiot" it
feeble intermixed girls and hours and
other NEUROLOGICAL absurdities. Had
he, the ubiquitous reporter for long,
long days and weeks, who had worn
out innumerable pairs Of shoes tramp
ing the city from end to end until his
present dignity was fairly won-coun
he have dwclt within knowledge of
that firing of loneliness and failed 10
make her his by right of discovery
Out with the thought. She must be q
stranger, perhaps Peri from the gate
OF Eden wandering disconsolate.
In fact, the passers-by were two very
good-looking Chicago girls Ohey
would have been rare beauties else
whcrc), but, by the bow of Cupid, one
had lie seen, and onl y one, and she
had fired his southern soul. He
started forward in time to catch the
last glimmcr of silk as she passed into
the dry-goods palace on the corner,
thon with a sigh was sinking back into
his old, restful position (Sylvestre was
born tired), when. oh, rapture! there
at his feet lay a dainty kid milton!
"Sdcath!" CSdcath, oh, uninitiated
into the mysteries of ncwspaperdom,
is the customary cjaculatory uttcrance
of the well formed newspaper man OF
the nineteenth century,
"Sdeath!' he calculated. 1t was
hers. Instinct told him that. He
seized it with even more avidity than
ii it had been an item, and. with heart
oxultingly beating, he hastily followed
the ladies into the busy hive, where
people were packed ".ikc pickles in a
jar" Upstairs and in the basement,
glowering at the cash-boys and forget
ting to smile on the lady clerks. from
aisle to aisle, he pursued his fruitless
search, forgetful of the fact that it was
corner slere with doors on two
streets. Exhausted with such labors
and the heat OF the day, he muttered
a--yocabulary word, and reluct nifty
abandoned the search, pocketod his
precious "fnd," and betook himself to
his Office, here to seek forgetfulness in
his accustomed way.
The next morning, the columns of the
paper whose staff he so brilliantly
ornamcnted, appeared conspicuously
this legcnd
WANTED-The lady who yesterday LOST
on STATE stree, near -, a red-Sttched, ful
trimmed, heece-linod kid mitt, will confer
a favor on tho finder by sending the othel
one !. 70 x q ! Da'ig so0opeHup.
Pretty Miss Alice Bingham in her
own especial room next morning, sit.
ting bolt upright, with a stare Of as
constituent read the above modest II.
quest. Alice was child of wealth,
fashion, aud refinement, but she had 1
brother, and in her moment OF sar.
prise, we regret to say, her language
was modelled i'll that of this near reIa-
tive. She said, with emphasis, too:
"Well, he has gall! Suddenly she
leaned back in her chair, and peul
after peal OF laughter lloatcd unsteady
around her beautiful room, How sue,
cessiully this fair fisher of men had
baited her hook and caught her fish
will be seen further on. Having
laughed to her hearts conteut, she
unused 4 moment, then rose, attired
herself 10 60 forth conquering and to
conquer, and went, rs she said, ''to
beard the lion in his very den.
An hour later Mr.. Sylvestres' unman.
ageable heart thumpcd more ficrcely
than ever, aud he felt more limp and
feeble than in all his life before, rs he
was confronted in his sanctum by yes.
tcrday's vision of beauty. He bowed
deeply and presented her chair. She
smiled sweetly and accepted it. Then
a pause. lie with eXpeciant look. try
ing to appear at case, heard his heart
beating hko muiiled thunder, and was
positive she did. His checks were
aAamc, and his hand shook as he
fumblcd Sim essly among the papcr;
on hz desk. She was the image oi
/ high-brci rcposc II seemed to him
that years CT silonos we're intery oning
in fact only the proper interval had
elapsed when sac said in her cattiesi
/ tone:
There was very extraordinary
article in your paper MS morning."
Advertisement. he corrected; then
flashed 10 the temples at his asininc
rudeness ami iudiscrction. II he had
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