Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1886-03-03
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LOVE IN A LIFT.

Bond street was hopelessly blocked Il
was just such scene that may be with sssed
any fine day between April and July, but
to one tall, dark, sunburned man, whose up
right carriage betrayed his profession, the
whole phantasmagoria Of fair women, per-
fectly well-got-up men, equally well got-up
carriages and lofty -stsppers" was replete
with the charm of comparative novelty.
But, though the scene was inspiriting 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 Bay
onet club, he was hailed by well-reme,l-
bered voice
"Bourchier By all that is wonderful,
Why, l thought you were far away at
Bangalore"
The speaker was a fair, fresh colored man,
little over 30, of the familiar type of the
man about town, welldressed, spruce, and
with the air Of one who is on good terms
with himself and all the world
"Come and have a cigar and a chat
Why, it must be ten years since You left
England"
1T is I shall be a sort Of modern Rip
Van Wrinkle"
Nonsense, man, We don't forget our
friends quite SO soon, even in London re-
torted the other, leading the way into the
smoking-Ioom
Now for your news, Huntley," said Bour-
CHER, as he settled himself in an easy chair
and lighted u cigar "Who has been born,
who has married, who has died since saw
| you lasti"
let me think 1t is difficult thing to
| arrange ones ideas when one is hidden to
stand 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 Rosalie Brydenr be said,
suddenly. Pretty girEbrown eyes, COM
plexion roses and cream, and that sort OF
thing By the bye, Bourchier, wasn't she
an old fame Of yours"
That's a leading question with venge-
ance,r replied the other, with a rather forced
laugh, as he pulled viciously at his mus
tache But what of her! She married
some rich city man, didn't she,"
YES; Josiah Ormskirk Fellow who
made his money on the stock exchange.
Died couple Of years ago and left his wife
a rich widow. Awfully good thing for her,
for believe he rather led her a life OF it for
some time before his death Hadn't you
heard of itf'
mo: he must have Gied during my alb
sence at n remote place up in the hills,
where hardly ever saw n newspaper"
How did you manage TO exist. Well,
Mrs. Ormskirk is beginning TO go out into
society again. / saw her in the park only
yesterday, end by Jove she looked quite as
pretty, AMI almost as young, as she did ten
years ago."
/ h. y til Do,
CHER, and he added, bitterly, "and she took
her charms TO the best market, as mos.
women do"
"Comc, old fellow, don't be cynical, saii
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 Ape
tite for society gossip. He rose slowly and
looked at his watch
Five O'Clock Old habits are things Of
strong growth l think shall stroll down
70 the park and see what is going ON. Do
you feel inclined TO come, too, Huntley."
"No; thanks ! feel lazy this afternoon,
so shall look through the evening papers.
There has passed away glory from the
park. One gets tired Of the eternal mill
| round in time
We'll, I'm Of, at any rate, for an hour 5
stroll" And with a good 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 certain November afternoon when he and
Resale had ridden home together after .
quick run with the Pytchlsy, and love had
got the better Of prudence and he had pro
posed and been refused Pretty Resale,
though she had only the experience Of a sin
gle lesson, had enough of worldly wisdom to
know that though Vincent Bourchier was
handsome, clever enough to be a pleasant
companion, Of good birth, brave soldier
The had already distinguished himself at the
age Of five and twenty, he was no mat for
her. She wns a penniless but ambitious
girl, dependent upon the whims Of her aunt,
Lady Silverthorne stern matron, who had
preached her pretty niece many q sermon
on the folly and wickedne3 Of girls who
marriei poor men
Il don't think you are the sort Of woman
who would be happy with two new gowns a
year. she was in the habit IL saying.
Think OF living in a six-room house in the
| suburbs. with q maid-of all work 10 wait on
| youl No, Resale. 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
vincant Bourchier, whom, in her heart OF
hearts, she knew she loved A couple of
months or 50 later, Josiah Ormskirk pro
posed TO her and was accepted
Il wonder il she would remember me il
| we met again. thought Bourchier, as be
turned into the park.
The afternoon being unusually fine, the
drive was througed with carriages Bour-
| .h;.- zo~or~l tsr,,x III.
| rails 70 match the moving panorama OF
| beauty and fashion He was about to turn
homewari when be became aware Of pair
Of large brown eyes regarding him from, n
handsome haroushe that had just come ia a
| ssandstiu not three PAGES from where he
| stood As his gaze rested On the piquan;
face in which the Aforesaid eyes were st.
| flashing glance OF recognition shone frazn
under the deiicately archei brows, and pair
Of fresh, rosy lips parted in a bright smile
| over . set Of tho most dazzling little teeth
| imaginable
-Rnsalie,- murnured Bourchier to him
self, and she has not quite forgotten M
after all
He raised his hat and went quickly for
| ward TO sheside Of the tarouchc 60 greet she
woman be bad parted from in hirsernes and
anger IN years ago
Vincent Bourchier, declare said Arx
| Ormskirk. As she extended her dainsiiy
Sioved hand Il thought ! oozI nor he
mistaken When did you rcsurn iron,
! lndias-
Only the day before yesterday be ~
paied, looking her fun IN The fsoe 1t b .
pleasure to End Am not quite forgotten
| psaasure hardly antscipasei I have h-sea
In Tia rark for an h<rr or u,o-r a-,s yo<,