The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-01-29
IN AN ELEVATOR.

carriages rolled IN ar endless stream
along the more spacious thorough
fares, or stood in long lines outside
the various stores patrOnized by their
fair owners. The streets in front
of the fashionable ones was hopeless
ly blocked. 1t was Just such q scene
as may be witnessed any fine day IN
the season, but to one tall, dark, sun
burned man, whose upright carriage
betrayed his profession, the whole
phantasmagoria Of fair women, per
fectly well-got up men, equally we'll
got upcarriages, and lofty "steppers, "
was replete with the charm of COM
parative novelty. But though the
scene was inspiring enough, he did not
linger long in the region sacred TO the
Eleusinian mysteries OF shopping.
Just as he was crossing the threshold
of the Bayonet club, he was hailed by
a we'll remembered voice.
"Bourchier! by all that's wonderful.
Why, l thought you were far away in
Europe
The speaker was a fair, fresh-col-
ored man, a little over 80, of the ia
miliar type Of the man about town,
welI-dressed, spruce, and with the air
OF one who is on good terms with him
self and all the world.
Come and have a cigar and a chat.
Why. it must be ten years since you
left'New York"
at is. l shall be q sort OF Rip Van
Wrinkle"
Nonsense, man. We don't forget
our friends quite so soon, evan in New
York, retOrted the other, leading the
way into the smoking room.
Now Cor your news, Huntley, said
Bourchier, as he settled himself in an
easy chair and lighted a cigar. "Who
has been born, who has married, who
has died since | saw you LAST"
"Let Inc think. 1t is a difficult thing
to arrange ones ideas when Oneis bid
den to stand up and deliver like that"
In spite of this protest, Huntley
during the next half hour contrived to
retail a fair amount OF gossip.
"You remember little Ida Somer-
TOM" he said suddenly. Pretty girl,
blue eyes, complexion rose and cream,
and that sort of thing. Heiress, too.
Shefell in love with that young Seton,
who hadn't a cent to bless himself
with, except what he got from the
Children OF Israel. Her guardian
didn'ts see it; cut up rough and wouldn't
hear Of it. But she married him,
though, when she came o fage," added
Hnntley, for he had tender remem-
brances of his own in connection with
the fair heiress. Perhaps the associa-
ton OF ideas prompted his next re-
mark.
by the bye, Bourchier, wasn't Ro-
sale Dryden an old flame of yours?"
That's a leading question witha
vengeance" replied the other, with
rather a forced laugh, as he pulled
viciously at his mustache. "But
what Of her?" She married some
rich city man, didn't she?"
Yes; Josiah 0rmskirk. Fellow
who made his money on the Stock
Exchange. Died q couple of years
ago, and left his wife a rich widow.
Awfully good thing for her, for / be-
lieve he rather led her a life of it some
time before his death. Hadn't you
heard OF it2n
mo. He must have died during my
nhCQnrn IN RYtScto r,hnra hn-1lx, 49,
er saw an American newspaper"
How did you manage to exist?
Well, Mrs. Ormskirk is beginning to
go into society again. / saw her in
the park only yesterday, and by Jove
she looked quite as pretty and almost
as young, as she did ten years ago!"
Eyes, she was very pretty" assent
ed Bourchier, and he added bitterly.
"and she took her charms to the best
market, as most women do"
Come, old fellow, don't becynical,"
said Huntley. "Haye another cigar,
and let us talk about something else
But the mention of his old loves
name seemed to have taken away
Bourchier's appetite for society Cos
sip. He rose slowly, and looked at
his watch.
Give o'clock. Oldhabits arethings
of strong growth. / think I shall
stroll down Broadway and see what
is going on. Do you feel inclined to
come too, Huntley?"
mo, thanks. / feel lazy this after
noon, SO ! shall look through the
evening papers"
well, I'm of, at any rate, for an
hours stroll" And with agood-hu.
mored smile and a parting shake ofthe
hands the two men parted. AS Bour,
CHER sauntered ON down Broadway
his thoughts went back to a certain
November afternoon, when he and Ro-
sale had ridden on horseback through
the winding drives in Central Park,
and love had got the better OF pru.
dence, and he had proposed and Been