Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1886-02-18
LOVE In A LIFT.
How Both Were Made Happy Be-
cause the Machine" Stopped.

cause the Mdcnlne stopped.
Every one agreed that the season
promised to be brilliant one, and the
heart of the London shop-keeper re-
joiced. Perfectly-appointed carriages
rolled in an endless stream along the
more spacious thoroughfares, or stood
in long lines outside the various shops
patronized by their fair owners. Bond
street was hopelessly blocked. Ii was
Just such scene that may be witnessed
any fine day between April and July,
but to one tall, dark, sunburned man,
whose upright carriage betrayed his
profession, the whole phantasmagoria
of fair women, perfectly well-got-up
men, equally well-got-up carriages,
and lofty "steppers" was replete with
the charms Of comparative novelty.
But though the scene was inspiriting
enough, he did not linger long in the
region sacred to the Eleusian mysteries
of shopping Just as he was crossing
the threshold of the Bayonet Club he
was hailed by well-rcmembered
voice.
"Bourchier! by all that's wonderful!
Why, | thought you were far away at
Bangalore."
The speaker was fair, fresh colored
man, little over thirty, of the familiar
type of the man about town, we'll
dressed, spruce and with the air of one
who is on good terms with himself and
Ill the world.
Come and have q cigar and chat.
Why, it must be ten years since you
left England. V
at is. I shall be sort of modern
Rip Van Wrinkle"
"Nonsense, man! We don't forget
our friends quite so soon, even in Lon.
don," retorted the other, leading the
way into the smoking-room.
Now for your news, Huntley," said
Bourchier as he settled himself in an
casy-chair and lighted cigar. "Whc
has been born, who has married, who
has died since | saw you last?n
''Lct me think. 1t is difficult thing
to arrange ones ideas when one i,
hidden to stand and deliver, like that.
In spite of this protest, Huntley dur
ing the next half hour contrived to re
tail a 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 tn
Z Guards. who hadn't shilling to bles
himself with. Her guardian didn't Sc
it; cut up rough. and wouldn't hear o
it. But she married him, though, whel
she came of age" added Huntley, rue
fully, for he had certain tender re
membranes of his own in connection
with the fair heiress. Perhaps the as
ISOLATION of IDEAS prompted his next re
mark.
"By the by, Bourchier, WASH Rosali
Dryden an old flame of yours?'"
"That's leading question with
vengeance" replied the other, with
forced laugh, as he pulled viciously a
his mustache. but what of her
She married some rich city man, didn
shep'
Eyes; Josiah Ormskirk. Fellow VIII
made his money on the Stock +,
change. Died couple of years age
and left his wife a rich widow. Av
fully good thing for her, for | believ
he rather led her life of it for som
time before his death. Hadn't 70
heard of itp"
mo. He must have died during m
absence at remote place up in tn
hills, where hardly ever saw new
paper.
"How did you manage to exist
Well, Mrs. Ormskirk is beginning I
90 out into society again. I saw he
in the Park only yesterday, and b
Jove she looked quite as pretty, an
almost as young, as she did ten veal
ago"
Yes, she was very pretty" assente
Bourchier, and he added, bitterly, ian
she took her charms to the best marke
as most women do"
Come, old fellow, don't be cynical,
said Huntley. Have another ciga
and LET us talk about something else.
But the mention of his old love
name seemed to have taken ava
Bourchier's appetite for society GOSSIP
He rose slowly, and looked at h
watch.
Five o'clock. Old habits are thin,
of strong growth. Think shall stro
down to the Park and see what's goii
on. Do YOU feel inclined to come, to-
Huntley?"
"No, thanks. feel lazy this afte
noon, so l shall look through the eve
ing papers. There has passed away
glory from the Park. One gets tire
of the eternal mill-round in time"
"Well, I'm off. at any rate for s
hours stroll" And with a goo
hundred smile and parting shake
the hands the two men parted. 1
Bourchier sauntered on toward Il
Park his thoughts went back to ce
tain November afternoon, when he an
Resale had ridden home together aft
a quick run with the Pytchley, ar
love had got the better of prudenc
and he had proposed and been refuse
Pretty Resale. though she had only Il
experience of single season, hs
enough of worldly wisdom to kno
that though Vincent Bourchier w
handsome, clever enough to be
nleasant companion, of good birth,
brave soldier (he had already disti
gnjshed himself at the aye Of five-sn
|. twenty, was no mate for her 81