The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1886-02-03
LOVE IN A." ,LIFT".
How Both Were Made Happy Be-
cause the Machine" 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
h long lines outside the various shops
patronized by their fair owners. Bond
street was hopelessly blocked. 1t was
just such a 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-remembered
voice. #aFgs. aFVw
'Bourchier! by all that's wonderful!
Why, thought you were far away at
Bangalore." A't8 't W
The speaker was fair, fresh colored
man, q 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
oil the world.
''Come and have cigar and . chat.
Why, it must be ten years since you
left England"
..It is. I shall be sort of modern
Rip Van Winkle."
s'Nonsense, man! We don't forget
cur friends quite so soon, even in Lon
don," rctOrted the other, leading the
way into the smoking-room.
''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 lastp"
"Let me think. 1t is difficult thing
70 arrange ones ideas when one Is
hidden to stand and deliver, like that"
In spite of this protest, Huntloy dur.
ing the next half hour c0ntrived to re.
tail a fair amount of gossip.
a. "You remember Lady Ida Somer.
tonP" 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 shilling to bless
himself with. Her guardian didn't see
It; cut UP rough. and wouldn't hear o.
it. 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 heiress. Perhaps tho as
ISOLATION of ideas prompted his next re-
mark.
by the by, Bourchier, WASH t Rosalit
Dryden an old flame of yoursp"
''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" N 49, SET
Eyes; Josiah Ormskirk. Fellow WIFI
made his money on the Stock Elk
change. Died couple Of years ago
and left his wife rich widow. Aw
fully good thing for her, for / believ'
he rather led her life Of it for SOM
time before his death. Hadn't yo,
heard of ite" A
mo. He must have died during m,
absence at remote place up in tn
hills. where I hardly ever saw . news
paper" .a-.--,.o,t
'.How did you manage to exist
Well, Mrs. Ormskirk Is beginning b
90 out into society again. I saw he
In the Park only yesterday, and b,
Jove she looked quite a. pretty, An,
almost - young, IS she did ten ysar
ago" NJ Wl
Yes. she was very pretty asseute,
Bourchier. ard he added, bitterly, IAN,
che took her charms TO the best market
- most women do" VS. $i
"Come, old fellow, don't be cynical,
said Huntley. "Have another cigar
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 hi
watch.
Five o'clock. Old habits are thing
Of strong growth. Il think / shall stro
down to the Park and see what's goia
on. Do You feel inclined to come tot
sHuntlQT pms 81 81 n
"No. thanks. l feel lazy this after
noon, SO shall look through 30 evcr
ing papers. There has passed away
glory from the Park. Qne gsts Ore
Of the eternal min rouud in time. !" =
"Well, I'm of, at any rate for q
leGlS 1rcll. And 9Th gost