McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1885-01-29

| started to 60 down to Uncle Marks,
| but concluded to take farewell visit
to the laboratory. had become quite
attached to the place, and felt quite 8
| pang at the idea of giving up my
'.magoo-mixing. decided to make
one more analysis, and then give ii ur
| forever.
That evening at dinner Uncle Marx
said:
Il spoke to Mr.. Share about you,
Mark. You know the firm, best brok.
erage business in the city; Share,
Ticker & Co. / told him you would
see him at Mrs. De Morris Browns on
Tuesday night, and could speak fol
yourself.
"Unluckily, Uncle, l haven't been
invited to Mrs. De Morris Browns"
"You haven't? Well, I'll get you
card. Mrs. Brown will let me have
one"
On Tuesday ! finished my analysis,
but had to work till pretty late. ]
hurried to my room and commenced
to dress. looked at my reflection in
the glass and started. had forgotten
to wash my hands in acid before leav-
ing the laboratory and they were col
orcd like rainbow. | was rather
frightened, but / hadn't time to 60
back to the laboratory, and as to stay
ing away from Mrs. De Morris Browns
when Flora and Old Share were to be
there--impossible. l looked at my
hands. The stains were pretty bad
(my fOrefinger looked like well-used,
unscraped palette), but they did not
extend above my wrist. My gloves
would hide them. l looked at the
clock. was late already, so hurried
on the rest of things and started to
pull on my gloves. As [ jerked them
ON heard suspicious crack. ex-
amined the tear, but fiattered myself it
wouldn't show, and hurried into the
cab, and was soon in the gentleman's
cloak-room at Mrs. Browns.
l found Uncle Mark waiting for me.
''Ah, Mark" he growled, Il thought
you were never coming. Fifteen min
utes late! You'll never get on with
Mr.. Share unless you're punctual.
Punctuality and neatness are his two
great hobbies, and if you run against
SlCuC1 lou Sdu LAohC yOul W
stay on his black-bood forever. Come
down and I'll present you to Mrs.
Brown"
After the presentation, Uncle Mark
looked around the room.
81 don't see Share" he said, ''but
there is Miss McGregor, and you can
talk to her until I find him.
went over to Flora. She was talk
ing to Lieutenant Evans, COMPOUNDED
idiot who was always, hanging about
her. and hadn't sense enough to see
that she disliked him.
''Well, Miss Flora, obtained the
card, as you see. Good evening, Lieu
tenant; have you seen General Sher-
man?''
"No. Is he here tonight ?'' said
Evans, starting up.
81 think saw him in the ballroom -
said l, and when Evans went in that
direction l said: ''Now, Miss Flora.
let us gain the conservatory before he
comes back, :" and hurried her toward
the door through which the dark green
palms beckoned so enticingly. Invent
too fast, however, for i struck my foot
ilHOU tluC VI SOhCGulUS duu L
went down on the walk. l puG out
my hand to break my fall, and did,
somewhat, but that confounded rip in
my glove extended now down the side
of my right hand to my thumb.
Flora stood there laughing vigor-
ously.
81 can't help it," she apologized
"Just when you were gioating over
your wicked deception of Lieutenant
Evans, to have retribution overtake
you so we'll. 1t is SO ridiculous that 1
have to laugh"
l arose, little sulky, and rather
Hurried by the accident to my glove,
and tried to join in the laugh, but
didn't succeed very well. That was
Flora's great fault. She laughed al
together too easily. However. /
changed the subject, and we walked
along, talking about the black and
white exhibition and the various pict-
ures, meritorious and otherwise. l
kept my right hand, with the injured
glove, in my pocket.
'sMiss McGregor-Flora, I said
suddenly, 81 promised to thank you
for calling me Mark When you
called me Mark it was all l could do
to keep from throwing myself at your
feet and telling you how much loved
you. Dear Helcn,'" and 1 took her
soft little hand in my two big ones,
'syou know love you heartily, with
all my soul, since 1 first saw you.
Whenever 1 have looked into your
sweet, glowing eyes, I have tried to
find some sign that you loved me. that
my love could call forth little in re-
turn. My darling little love, let me
see them now and perhaps
She had cast her eyes down demurely
when I began. and her face was
wreathed in bushes, but now she in
terrupted me with a hearty peal of
laughter, and her eyes were riveted on
her hand so secure in mine. l fol-
lowed her glance. Oh, horrors! That
COMPOUNDED glove! The empty kid
forefinger dangled down, and my dis
colored rainbow-hued finger protruded
prominently with the spotless glove as
its background. stood there glazing
with rage, when the voice of Lieuten-
ant Evans broke in on us.
Give found you at last, Miss Flora.
This is our waltz. What is the joke?
Cawn't you let me enjoy it, too? Mr..
rr II.