Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1886-02-18
LOVE IN A "LIFT".
How Both Were Made Happy Be-
cause the Machine" Stopped.

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 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-sot-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 a well-remembered
voice.
"Bourchier! by all that's wonderful!
"tv, l thought yoa were far away at
Bangaiore.
The speaker was fair. freSh-colored
man, a 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 a chat.
Why, it must be ten years since you
left England.
ut is. l shall be a sort of modern
Rip Van Wrinkle"
Nonsense, man! We don't forget
our friends quite so soon, even in Lon
con-" retorted the other, leading the
way into the smoking-room.
snow for your news, Huntley," said
Bourc her, as he settled himself in an
easy-chair and lighted cigar. "Who
has been born, who has married, who
has died since l saw you last?''
'.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 dur
ing 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 SOFT 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 of
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 the as
ISOLATION of ideas prompted his next re-
mark.
''By the by, Bourchier, wasn't Rosalie
Dryden an old flame of yours!'
That's leading question with a
vengeance, -" replied the other, with a
forced laugh, as he pulled viciously at
his mustache. but what of her?
She married some rich city man, didn'
she?"
Eyes: Josiah Ormskirk Fellow who
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 I believe
he rather led her life of it for some
time before his death. Hadn't you
heard of it?''
mo. He must have died during my
absence at remote place up in the
hills, where hardly ever saw news
paper"
How did you manage to exist?
Well. Mrs. Ormskirk is beginning to
go out into society again. I 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."
.sYes, 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 Tor society gossip.
He rose slowly, and looked at his
watch.
Five o'clock. Old habits are things
of strong growth. think l shall stroll
down to the Park and see what is going
on. Do you feel inclined to come, too,
Huntlcy?"
mo, 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"
"Wen, I'm off, at any rate for an
hoEr's stroll" And with good