The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1885-11-05

laughed to her hearts content, she
mused moment, then rose, attired
herself to 90 forth conquering and to
conquer, and went, as she said, ITO
beard the lion III his very den."
An hour later Mr.. Sylyestres' unman-
ageabe heart thumped more fierceiy
than ever. and he felt more limp and
feeble than in all his life before, as he
was confronted in his sanctum by yes
terday's vision of beauty. He bowed
deeply and presented her chair. She
smiled sweetly aud accepted it. Then
pause. He with expectant look, try
ing TO appear at ease. heard his heart
beating like muffled thunder, and was
positive she did. His checks were
afarne, and his hand shook as he
fumbled aimlessly among the papers
on his desk. She was the image of
high-bred rePose. 1t seemed to him
that years of silence were intervening;
In fact only the proper interval had
elapsed when she said in her cattiest
tone:
There was a very extraordinary
article in your paper this morning"
ADVERTISEMENT" he corrected; then
flushed TO the temples at his asinine
ruGeness and indiscretion. If he had
betrayed himself, however, she did not
appear to see it. She innocently at
tributed his knowledge of her meaning
to his newspaper perspicacity. He
felt the perspiration running down his
back and willing up his celiuloid col
lar, but she was as cool as the biggest
one in a ''lodge of cucumbers."
Yes, the advertisement" she meek
ly assented; ''did you not think it a
very strange one?"
Yes, he did.
Il was on State street yesterday"
she continued in her soft tone, looking
straight at him, land | dropped the
'mitt' referred to; at least, this one
bears a resemblance to that as de-
scrihed." She laid it before him.
Yes, that is its matc!" he eN-
claimed, when
How do you knowP" she asked,
looking suspiciously at him; but this
time he was prepared, ami had his
little lie quite ready, if necessary, as it
was.
''Oh, l saw the other when the fel-
low came last night
The fellow? 1t was a man, then"
'Ye-yes-oh-yes Some fellow
picked it up. | saw it when he came
in, " rubbing his chin and looking any
where but at her.
80 yes, Of course you would see it
then. How stupid L ami with a
smile; then, rs he deprecated such
self-slander:
20 yes, | am. | sometimes do the
most ridiculous things. You could
scarcely believe them. As | don't wish
to shock you, though, | won't enlighten
you, looking lnnocently ut him and
reading his silly, adoring soul as if it
were the page of an open book. He
began to say something, when she
again spoke:
Perhaps the man left it with you?"
80 no; but perhaps / can get it for
you And at this moment it was
lying fairly soaked with perspiration
just squeezed up as closely as he could
get it to the heart that was framing
those tremendous-well, say devia-
tions from truth. Sylvestre had never
realized until yesterday that he had a
heart, but now he had real serious
thoughts, as to whether it might not
jump out of his throat, where it was
at present chiefly located, he thought,
and follow her departing footsteps.
More of their talk we need not re-
peat Half the men in town and all
the girls can fill it out satisfactorily.
She arose to depart, and gave him
graciously her card, for he was to come
and report progress" He sat down
and lost himself in a blissful reverie.
and she went home, walking on air."
and all that warm day went singing
and carrying on" about the house
until she made her mother actually
nervous with her iidgeting"
X =
Six months later, after brilliant
and fashionable wedding at brilliant
and fashionable church. and charm
ing wedding journey, Mr. and Mrs.
Eugene Sylvestre, comfortably en-
sconced in their own luxurious home
on Michigan avenue, once more hold
sweet converse anent '.that mitt''-
that fortunate "mitt." He, after the
manner of men, has been telling her,
perhaps for the hundredth time, how
fortunate it was that that fellow who
found that mitt' had come to The
.>c0opemup to advertise it. and so given
him the precious opportunity. Here
we will draw the curtain kindly, and
resume further on.
Mrs. Sylvestre, f0quitar: "And
dear, dearest Eugene, 10 let me say
further that it was q mitteu, not a
nit None but Il man would have
called it so. And still more, my dear
Eugene, did it never occur to you that
q fur-trimmed, feece-lined kid mitt'
was wonderfully warm wear for a hot
summers dayp
did it not. dear Eugene" with a
mocking tone impossible to initiate,
lever seem possible that a lady might
by accident have had such Hlitten in
her shopping-bag and chosen to drop,
lot the handkerchief-that is the
Sultan'S privilege, dear Eugene, but
the mitteu, 10 the man of her choice;
enter a store by one door and leave it
by another to prevent pursuit, and
but listen while ! tell you little fable
with an applications: A young fox was
once rowing hither and thither, when
she saw a goose. Her heart longed
for that goose exceedingly, and she
planned with subtlety to capture it.
She-'
You don't mean. Alice''--he be-
gan, a curious expression dawning ali
over his face.
Yes, | do" laughingly defiant; Il
wanted Mr.. Sylvestre, and. -
"4ou dropped that mitt purposely?"
with q fixed and settled purpose,
sir!' with flashing but somewhat
fearful eye and sweeping courtesy.
'Welf'-a silence; then: Woman
IS fearfully, and -"
"Unfathomaolc, dear Eugene, un-
fathomablen" briskly; then coming
nearer, dropping her head on his
shoulder, and raising her eyes as girls
can, she whispered: lit egas wrong,
and L ana dreadfuiLy ashamed, but &re
goa sorry?"
Mover! never!' But before these
ungrammaticaily impetuous youne
people we viii a second time kindly
draw the curtain.
He couldn't have been Uery sorry.
Tor that was month ago or more. and