St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-08-25
SPLENDIDLY REGAL.
Her Figure Was Fine and Her Dress
GfoVe-Fitting.

call it bleSsed) with an endless lot OF feIl-
nine cousins. He was always being sent to
match something and he felt that the fateS
were against him.
1t may here be well to remark that his
relatives were all on the shady side of 30
and undeniably plain. SomerS himself was
tall. slender fellow of some %, of the
blonde type. and an athlete. He had broken
Two fingers playing base ball; otherwise his
hands were perfect.
His heart was in the right place, by
which ! mean that it was large and had
not yet been captured. His idea of femi-
nine perfection was a dark and brilliant
brunette.
He had never met her. He Sauntered
ieisurely along, of course, not having the
least idea where the worsted counter was
for in spite of his COMPOUNDED experience"
he invariably forgot, but having plenty of
Aime and being ashamed TO ask, he deter
mined to walk until he saw it.
He glanced up and staring handkerchief
sign caught his eye. He remembered he
needed some new ones and quickened his
walk toward it.
Standing counter away examining some
fancy lace mOuchoirS. stood the ''she."
She was what Bradley mentally remarked
''splendidly regal"
4 woman would have called her dress
loud, but the masculine mind designa ted it
as stunning"
Her eyes were glOriously black and Ian
gushing; rather too languishing as she saw
the handsome young fellow staring at her
with admiration. Her figure was fine and
her dress glove-ftting.
Somers was not particularly in the habit
of buying DucheSSe handkerchefS but he
remembered that Louise was a good old
girl" (L0uiSe was the oldest and honieleSt
of his cOusins), and certainly glance from
those glorious Orbs was well worth the price
of the bit of lace.
He was not poor and always 1lirted liber-
ally.
He walked up to the counter near her and
was glaTing about, wondering what in
thunder he should say" when, all, cruel
fate! the divinity calmly sauntered away.
AS she turned the corner OF her Yisite
swept to the floor a handkerchief.
Her own" thought the benighted youth,
and, fortunately, having sense enough left
to glance around to observe if any one was
looking and seeing no one was, he stopped
and picked it up.
On one corner, in faint letters. were the
initials Up. L.
by JOve, " murmured he, I'm in luck
I'll lay ten to one it's that bewitching niece
OF Mrs. Emery's. That Pauline Lombard
Cad said she had stunning eyes"
Cad was his sister. and had remarked
that Miss Lombards eyes were perfectly
elegant.
In IN instant, still with his find in his
hand, he had formed this supremely de-
lghtful vision.
Some pleasant afternoon. when calling
on Mrs. Emery, the radiant vision which d
moment ago stood at his side would glide
into the room and be introduced. Then
some evening, at one of her aunt'S delight
full theater parties, the beautiful Pauline's
head would be near his own, while she was
running down the prima dOnna'S beauty,
and he might contrive to slip note into
her bouquet. which of course he would be
holding.
And then a dimly-lit conservatory, the
scent of heliOtrOpe and those eyes would do
the business, and at last the wandering
SOmerS would reach the state of being
settled" so ardently longed for by his
fond relations.
All this (the thought of her possible re-
fuSal never entered his head) and thOn-
sand details hovered around the brain of
the smitten youth.
lie walked along. regarding the bit of
cambria in his hand with smile of tender
ness, not to say idiOcy.
One of the clerks regarding him. re-
marked to his neighbOr in scornful wills
per: Cracked. slightly"
Bradley heard the whisper. reused him.
self, and darted a look of the most Disguised
and crushing quality at his Sc0ffer, when a
painting noise and the clicking of those
''wretched heel plates, which he did wish
shop girls wouldn't wear" and the girl who
had waited Oh the daughter of the gods
exclaimed in frightened accents:
''Oh, if you please, sir, No. said you
picked up one of the unsorted handker-
chiefs, and was carrying itaway. l wasn't
noticing
And. seeing the puzzled look on his face.
she inwardly echoed the uncrushable clerks
verdict.
well, wellr' calculated the astonished
young man. Il thought it belonged to the
lady standing there; her initials are on it:
the one with black eyes you know. LEI
IL was about to take it to her"
lie had chosen singularly slow pace by
which to accomplish his errand of mercy:
but he didn't think of that. The shop cir
did.
He handed the innocent cause of all this
trouble to the girl, who glanced at the ''ini-
tials'' and smiled; in fact, she smiled great
deal.
''Oh, sir. the p. L. stands for pure
linen 1t belongs to the unsorted pile
The lady was Mrs. Flarrety, the brewers
wife, /"
But the remainder of her explanation wa.
lost on the unfortunate Bradley. who. be-
coming angrily aware of the staring and
tittering clerks, hastily decamped. leaving
behind him the general impression that he
was either kleptomaniac or q trifle loony.
For months he avoided the store of Smith
& GruitZ as if 1t were an unpaid tailor. and
when lie finally did return he ACQUIRED 3
knack of lodging in a side door and max
ing straight for the worsted counter. hurry
ing through his purchases, and shooting out
again.
His Cousin Louise (who, by the way.
never got that lace handkerchief remark.
that Som doesn't harmonic" the shades
nearly as well as he used to-
He liattered himself that the story haC
not got round the store. until one dav the
pretty Salesgirl snatched her handkerchief
from the counter, where it was living neal
his hand. and eyed him roguishly from ;
pair of brown eyes.
Since then the worsted counter has lost ;
fairly-libeTal patron.
That look was the last straw.
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