New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-01-27
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III AN ELEVATOR.

Every one agreed that the season
promised to be bailliant one, and
the heart OF the New York retail mer-
chant rejoiced. Perfectly appointed
carriages rolled in an endless stream
along the more spacious thorough
fares, or stood in long lines outside
the various stores patronized by their
fair owners. The streets in front
OF the fashionable ones was hopeless
~ blocked. It was just such a scene
as may be witnessed any fine day in
the season, but to one tall, dark, sun
burned man, whose upright carriage
betrayed his profession, the whole
phantasmagoria OF fair women, per-
fectiy well-got up men, equally we'll
got up carriages, and lofty ssteppers, :"
was replete with the charm of COM
parative novelty. But though the
scene was inspiring enough, he did not
hagger long in the region sacred to the
Eieusinian mysteries OF shopping.
just as he was crossing the threshold
sof the Bayonet club, he was hailed by
a well remembered voice.
"Bourchier! by all that s wonderful
Why, thought you were far away in
Europe!"
The speaker was a. fair, fresh-col-
ored man, a little over 80, of the fa-
sniliar type Of the man about town,
well-dressed, spruce, and with the air
of one who is on good terms with him
self and all the world.
ECome and have cigar and chat.
Why, it must be ten years since you
efttNew York"
ut is. shall be a sort of Rip Van
Wrinkle"
Nonsense, man! We don't forget
our friends quite SO soon, even in New
York, 2 retorted the other, leading the
way into the smoking room.
s'Now for your news, Huntley," said
Bourchier, as he settled himself in an
easy chair and lighted cigar "Who
has been born, who has married, who
has died since saw you last?"
Let me think. 1t is a difficult thing
to arrange ones ideas when one is bid
den to stand up and deliver like that. :"
In spite of this protest, Huntley
during the next half hour contrived to
retail a fair amount OF gossip.
"You remember little Ida Somer-
toni" he said suddenly. "Pretty girl,
blue eyes, complexion rose and cream,
and that sort of thing. Heiress, too.
She fell in love with that young Seton,
who hadn't O. cent to bless himself
with, except what he got from the
Children OF Israel. Her guardian
.didn' tsee it; cut up rough and wouldn't
hear Of it. But she married him,
though, when she came of age" added
Huntley, for he had tender remem-
brances OF his own in connection with
the fair heiress. Perhaps the associa-
ton OF ideas prompted his next re-
mark.
'.By the bye, Bourchier, wasn't Ro-
sale Dryden an old flame OF yours?'
4'That's a leading question witha
vengeance" replied the other, with
rather forced laugh, as he pulled
viciously at his mustache. "But
what Of herr" She married some
rich city man, didn't she?"
eyes; Josiah Ormsklrk. Fellow
who made his money on the Stock
Exchange. Died a couple of years
ago, and left his wife rich widow.
Awfully good thing for her, for be-
3ieve he rather led her life OF it some
time before his death. Hadn't you
heard OF it,"
ono. He must have died during nv
absence in Russia, where / hardly ev-
~er saw an American newspaper"
GLOW did you manage to exist?
Well, Mrs. Ormskirk is beginning to
so into society again. [ saw her in
the park only yesterday, and by Jove
she looked quite as pretty and almost
as young, SIS she did ten years ago!"
eyes, she was very pretty" assent
ed Bourchier. and he added bitterly,
and she took her charms to the best
market, as most women do"
4sCome, old fellow, don't be cynical"
said Huntley. "Haye another cigar,
and let us talk about something else"
But the mention of his old loves
name seemed to have taken away
Bourchier's appetite for society Cos
sip. He rose slowly, and looked at
his watch.
Give o'clock. Old habits are things
.of strong growth. 1 think I shall
stroll down Broadway and see what
is going on. Do you feel inclined to
come too, Huntley?'
''No, thanks. feel lazy this after
noon, SO | shall look through the
evening papers"
well, Pm off, at any rate, for an
hour's stroll" And with agood-hu-
snored smile and a parting shake ofthe
hssads the two men parted. AS Bour-
CHER sauntered on down Broadway
mis- thoughts went back to certain
November afternoon, when he and Ro-
sale had ridden on horseback through
the winding drives in Central Park,
and love had got the better OF pru-
dence, and he had proposed and been
refused. Pretty Resale, though she
had only the experience OF a single
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