The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1886-01-29
LOVE IN A "LIFT".
How Both Were Made Happy Be-
cause the machine" Stopped

How Both We're Made Happy Be-
cause the Machine" Stopped.
Every one agreed that the season
promised TO be a brilliant one. and the
heart Of the London shop-keeper .
joiced. Perfectly-appointed carriages
rolled in m endless stream along the
more spacious thoroughfares. or stood
in long lines outside the various shops
~patronized by their fair owners. Bond
street was hopelcssly blocked II was
just such a scene that may be witnessed
any fine day between April and July.
but 10 one tall, dark. sunburned man,
whose upright carriage betrayed his
profession, the whole phsntasmagoria
Of fair women. perfectly well-got-up
men. equally w~ell-got-up carriages.
and lofty "steppers' was replcte with
the charms Of comparative novelty
But though the scene wss inspiriting
enough. he did not linges long in the
region sacred TO the Eleusian mysteries
Of shopping. just AS he was crossing
the threshold Of the Ba5onet Club he
was hailed by . weii-remembered
voice.
..Bourchicr! by all thrt's wonderful!
Why. / thought you wer. far away at
Bangalore-"
The speaker was a fair. fresh-colored
man, a little over thirty OF the familiar
type If the man abe ut town, we'll
dressed, spruce and with the air Of n
who Is on good terms with himself and
all the world.
Come and have a cigar and . chat
Why. It must be ten years since you
left England
TT is. shall be . sort Of modern
Rip Van Wrinkle"
Nonsense. man! We don't forget
our friends quite so soon. even in Lon
don." retortcd the other, leading the
way into the s~moking-room.
Nov for your news. Huntley." said
Bourchicr. as he settled himself in an
easy-chair and lighted a cigar "Who
has been born. who has married, who
has died since l saw you last?"
LET me think. 1t is adinicult thing
to arrange ones IDEAS when one Il
hidden to stand and deliver. like that
In spite Of this protest. Huntlcy dur
ing the next half hour contrivcd to re-
tail . fair amount Of gossip.
You remember Lady Ida Somer-
ton?' he said, suddenly. Pretty girl.
blue eyes. complexion roses and cream.
and that sort Of thing. Heiress. too.
She fell in love with Seton, Of the
Guards. who hadn't a shilling to bless
himself with. Her guardian didn't see
il; cut up rough. and wouldn't hear Of
II. But she married him. though, when
she came Of age" added Huntley. rue
fully. for he had certain tender re-
membranes Of his own in connection
with the fair hcircss. Perhaps the as
ISOLATION Of ideas prompted his next re-
mark.
by the by. Bourchier. wasnt Rosalic
Dryden an old flame Of yours?''
That's a leading question with a
vengeance" replied the other. with a
forced laugh. as he pulled viciously at
his mustache. ..But what Of hcrY
She married some rich city man, didn't
she?-
..Yess Josiah Ormskirk. Fellow who
made his money on the Stock Ex-
change. Died q couple Of wears ago,
and left his wife a rich widow. Aw-
fully good thing for her. for I believe
he rather led her q life Of IL for some
time before his DEATH Hadn't you
heard Of itP"
mo. He must have died during my
absence at . remote place up In the
hills, where ! hardly ever saw . news
paper"
How did You manage 20 EXIST
Well. Mrs. Ormskirk is beginning tC
80 out into society again. I saw her
IN the Park only yesterday, and BY
Jove she looked quite as pretty, and
almost . young. a. she did ten years
ago.
Yes. she was very pretty = assented
Bourchier. and he added, bitterly, land
she took her charms TO the best market.
- most women do"
Come. old fellow, don'tbc cynical
said HuntIcy. Have another cigar,
and let Us talk about something else"
But the mention Of his old loves
name seemed 70 have taken away
nourchicr's appetite for society gossip.
Hc rose slowly. and looked At his
watch.
Five o'clock. Old habits are things
q strong growth Think shall stroll
down to the Park and see what Is going
on. DO you feel inclined 10 come, too.
HuntlcyfN'
mo. thanks. feel lazy this after.
noon, sol shall look through the even.
ing papers. There has passed away Z
glory from the Park. One gets tired
q ] eternal mill-round m time"
wei. I'm on. q any rate for IN
aouS's stroll" And with : good