The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-01-22
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
In long lines outside the various shops
patronized by their fair owners Bond
street was hopelessly blocked 1t 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-remembered
voice.
''Bourchier! by all that's wonderful!
Why, thought you were far away at
Bangalore."
The speaker was a 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
all the world
Come and have cigar and q chat
Why, it must be ten years since you
left England"
'It is. L 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.
Nov for 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 lastp"
LET me think. II is difficult thino
to arrange ones ideas when one is
hidden to stand and deliver, like that. :"
In spite of this protest, Huntley dur
lng the next half hour contrived 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
1T; cut up rough, and wouldn't hear of
1t. But she married him. though, when
she came OF age, q" added Huntley, rue
fully, for he had certain tender re-
membranes of his own i'll connection
with the fair heiress. Perhaps the as
ISOLATION of ideas prompted his next re-
mark.
"By the by, Bourchier, wasn't Rosalie
Dryden an old flame OF yoursP'
That's q leading question with a
vengeance" replied the other, with a
forced laugh, as he pulled viciously at
his mustache. "But what of herP
She married some rich city man, didn't
sheP" '''|''
Eyes; Josiah Ormskirk. Fellow who
made his money on the Stock Ex-
change. Died couple of years AGO,
and left his wife rich widow. Avn
fully good thing for her, for l believe
he rather led her life of it for some
time before his death. Hadn't YOU
heard of itp"
mo. He Must have died during nv
absence at remote place up in the
hills, where hardly ever saw news
paper"
How did you manage to existp
Well, Mrs. Ormskirk is beginning to
go out 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
agor'
Yes, she was very pretty, - assented
Bourchier, and he added, bitterly, land
she took her charms to the best market.
as most women do"
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 loves
name seemed to have taken away
Bourchier's appetite for society gossip.
He rose slowly, and looked at his
watch.
NANo " OlOCh' Nlu ndDlIS are thin QS
OF strong growth. think shall stroll
down to the Park and see what's going
on, Do you feel inclined to come, too,
HuntleyP"
"No, thanks. feel lazy this after
noon, so | shall look through the even
ing papers. There has passed away a
glory from the Park. One gets tired
of the eternal mill-round in time"
"Well, I'm off, at any rate for an
hours stroll.m And with a rood
humored smile and parting shake of
the hands the two men parted. AS
Bourchier sauntered on toward the
Park his thoughts went back to a GER
tain November afternoon, when he and
Rosalie had ridden home together after
q quick run with the Pytchley, and
love had got the better of prudence,
and he had proposed and been refused.
Pretty Resale, though she had only the
experience of single season, had
enough of worldly wisdom to know
that though Vincent Bourchier was
handsome, clever enough to be a
pleasant companion, of good birth, a
brave soldier Che had already distin-
guished himself at the age of five-and-
twenty, was no mate for her. She
was penniless but ambitious girl, de-
pendent upon the whims of her aunt.
Lady Silverthorne, stern matron, who
had preached her pretty niece many a
sermon on the folly and wickedness of
girls who married poor men.
II don't think you are the sort of
woman who would be happy with two
new gowns a year, she was in the
habit of saying. Think of living in a
six-roomed house in the suburbs, with
amald-of-all-work to wait on you. No.
Kosalie, you must marry a rich man or
| wash my hands Of you"
Miss Dryden had not sufficient
strength of character TO defy her aunt
and marry Vincent Bourchier, whom.
in her heart Of hearts, she knew she