St. Paul daily globe., 1886-12-25

preparations for my journey. With
feverish eagerness tore the package open,
noticing even in my haste that the daintily
embroidered silk and satin packet exhaled
the white rose odor, which was her favorite
perfume. Expectantly opened it, but not
so much as single leaf of mistletoe could
find.
The trick of a coquette!
AS the bitter suspicion grew in my mind to
certainty threw the beautiful souvenir
from inc into my open trunk near by, dashed
of formal note of thanks for her remem-
brance and regret that the necessity for my
hurried departure would prevent my having
the pleasure of bidding her farewell. Then
caught my train, and instead of a months
trip have been for long aud weary year a
wanderer.
could not bear to look upon the face which
could be so fair and yet so false, but even
with The sea between rs it persists in haunt
ing me.
Well, trust she'll be happy. I suppose
she will. The millionaire can give her all
that the most luxury-loving heart could wish,
and that appears 10 be all that is necessary.
Yes, love is old-fashioned.
| We read about it in old time romances and
/ for one had thought to retain my belief in
it, but mine has been merely the experience
of many better man. And how artful she
was through it ALL How she led me on by
her winning wiles step by step until it seemed
| hea zen itself in her presence and desolatiOn
when she was not by. The pain has been
| dulled now, it does not pierce with the
| poignancy it did at first, but she might have
spared me the pang of that artistic refusal.
1t would be called clever. suppose, but it
was none the less cruel.
| She even kept the comedy up to the point
of sending me the souvenir. 1 think have
it yet. Yes, here it lies IN the tray of my
trunk almost exactly where 1 cast it in the
first violent outburst of my bitter disappont-
ment.
| Dainty as it wasdelusiye.
AS examine it closely, for the first, time by
the lamps mellow light, see it is wrought
in her favorite colorS and embroidered with
forget-me-nots-as though 1 could forget
her! 1t is what have in vain been trying
to do for year, Here on the reverse side
are my initials. Very cleverly done, indeed.
L wonder who she employed to do il.
But. STOP What is this? By iove, Gu
riously half-concealed pocket, which the
soft lace nearly hides. 1 must have missed it
before. There seems too, something in it.
| Can it be. No, THAT way madness lies.
Still, I'll see what it is at any rate. By
heaven; what fool I've been.
| It's a faded spray of misteloe!
Extract from the Heidelberg Zeitung of Dec. 26.
The members of the University corps 10 which
| a certain handsome American student belonged
are very much puzzled by his sudden disappear
ance. On calling at his hotel for him yesterday
to i4Fite him to participate in the usual Christ
mas day festivities they were informed by mein
host he had left the night before for England
with the intention of taking the first steamer for
America. These Americans queer. There
| is no making them out, We, for part, think
he must have been crazy.
| Extract from the st. Paul Gazette.
| The marriage of a well-known society belle to .
prominent young lawyer, who has spent the last
year abroad, it is rumored will take place in the
early spring