The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1886-06-18
DEFORMED TED.
Beauty and Death Wrought Into
His Poor Life.

stroking with one hand the lame boys
palm that lay in Der lap and triumph
antly flying letter with the other. "a
shame for the gods to shower SO much
upon one woman. Talk about equal
distribution! They're just as partial as
they can be, heaping up great boards of
gold in one place and leaving little
ugly bare spot right next to it in the
other" Not until the words left her
lips did she realize the force of the COM
parison, when smothering the unshapely
little form in her own round symmet-
rical arms, and kissing away all pain
from the sensitive features she cried
over and over again, ''Oh, Ted! Say
you know l didn't mean it, say YOU
know didn't mean it"
Young Gotham Goldhtwaite, Just up
for a judicious admixture of bass fishing
and time-killing, took the ribbons to
pass the ..Bayview'' carriage, and hav-
ing executed the go-by in his usual
swell fashion vowed IF his pincenez
didn't deceive him that was the most
beautiful woman he had ever seem"
Beautiful, wealthy, witty. What COM
bination better calculated to pass a
young woman on in the world? 1t was
'.Miss Drelincourt'' over at the ..Pavil-
ion;" miss Drelincourt' out on the
bay; Miss Drelincourt'' at the station,
on the cars. down to New York; and
the first inquiry of young swelldom up
from the city. where the fair LOuisian-
aise was to be seen. Her face was "a
poem," her voice s'music," her dancing
"a revelation and her draperies "a
dream" If she passed every one flew
to the windows to see her go by: war
bled one of her Creole chansons there
was breathless silence; swept down the
room in young Goldthwaite' embrace,
one after another dropped out to watch
her dance, and in boating dress or ball
room costume she always sprang upon
the enraptured vision equal to expect
ancy. in the daintiest detail of dless.
And Miss Parquette Brelincourt was
to transfer her charms TO the fashionable
summer home of her friend, Miss Bow
ering. So when La Belle Creole stepped
from the car platform into Nettie Bow
-erings welcoming arms, she was vised
and passed on among the will dos by
the fashionable crowd of train arrivals,
RS she was driven away upon the '.Bay-
view" cushions with Nettie and Nettie's
pert little pug between. To Ted no
Aurora fresh from downland carried
more dcwyncss with her than his sisters
friend. In the height of her triumphs
he was never forgotten; a rose from her
bosom. lichcn from her rambles, a
shell from the bcach-party. a raconte of
her pleasurings, always something to
make pain a little more supportablc for
him. What wonder such altruism won
over his cynical nature and such lowell
ness set even his pulse athrill? Far into
tile night in shected ghostliness would
he lie. his face upturned to the moon, to
fall asleep and dream. He was after all
as other men, her face upol his bosom,
her breath within his hair, brought back
by the merry inwafting of voice from
the vcranda to a consciousness of his
cursed deformity.
This especial Fourth of July was to
be made memorable by an unusually
brilliant bay party and the christening
of Goldthwaite's new yacht, the Par
quette. The programmes standing
OF toward Fire Island and the Atlantic
during the heat of the day. Islip and its
pyrotechnics on the return, and moon
light and an inserting tide for the
.hOmeward run. In the hustle of bas-
ket-packing Ted. glancing up, an
nounced his intention to be counted
out" Nettie looked despairingly, Par
quette entreating and Goldthwaite inn
mensely relieved. Then stay, too"
said his sister, proceeding to relieve the
cvercharged receptacle OF two superflu-
Gus silver mugs. Don't be q fool"
vas the somewhat petulant reply.
''When you know my pet aversion to
bay parties, why wish me sacrificed to
0isterly solicitude? Swinburne gives as
much of the sea as one wants. and here
lie the atlantic, with the last instalment
of I'm the Clouds" So you can jour
ney from the mountains to the ocean
without the agony of up-grades, stupid
decks, stuffy cabins and dinners, whose
1ndigestible memories are Q naelange of
cold fowl and chow-chow, chocolate
cake and ciderish champagne" In the
anxiety to catch flux tide Nettie had
snatched hasty kiss. given Collins her
instructions and was gone. Gold |
thwaite's horses were restlessly stamp
ing before the door, but steaithy feet
stole along the passage, a gentle pres
ence filed tbs room where the sufferer |
lay alone in his wheel chair. and placing
the magazine. neatly cut, upon the arm
extension, some one said: '.Dear Tade,
too bad to leave you all alone. wish
/ might stay. What can I do to make
you happy"
.Love me-" he cried, frantically
clinging to the hand as the drowning
% a straw.