St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-05-21
ALMOST SEPARATED.

Miss Simpkins had fallen in love with
her lodger, there was no use denying it..
She was no longer goung, but there
were times when she felt, dear soul,
that man in the house would be a
great protection.
Mr.. Jenkins was retired leather
merchant just turned fifty. A fne-look-
ing man and one who wore such an
artistic wig that you would never have
imagined but that it really belonged to
his head. He, too, felt growing love
for Miss Simpkins, and one day he came
straight to the point. sit has struck
OF your charms never married. Were
you ever in love?"
mo, never" she answered.; then,
suddenly correcting herself, ''that is, l
''Don't say that" said jeremiah, who,
by several deXterOus and mysterious
twists, had managed to draw his chair
alongside that of Miss SimpkinS-''dOn't
say that. Is there not one person you
could find warm place in your heart
for?''
"Ye-es-no, no, I meant" she re-
piled, in confusion.
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she was in the warm embrace of her
ardent lover.
At first she resisted.
''How dare you, Mr.. Jenkins?" she
cried.
But in another instant she had raised
her arms to place them around Jerry'S
neck.
Butch, resistless fate Instead of
placing her arms his neck her fingers
graZed his ears and touched the spring
of the inimitable wig.
The next mOmenther lover had dashed
madly from the room, overcome by the
fact that his lady love should have dis
covered his unfortunate scarcity of hair.
Miss SimpkinS tainted.
Poor Jenkins had sought consolation
with his friend, Harry Dakins, of May
brook villa, fifty miles away, overcome
with shame. He was really in love
with the little old maid, and he now be-
lieved she would never forgive him.
Miss Simpkins, dear soul, sOOnrecOv-
cred, and thought only of finding her
lover and making it all up again. The
servant announced to her in answer to
an inquiry that Mr.. jenkins had disap-
peared from the house, bag and bag
gage.
When Miss Simpkins heard this news
L. -,
the old maid who had not cried in years
found solace in tears. She had been al
lowed to sip from the cup of Happiness,
when it was rudely dashed from her
lips.
Her mind was now bent upon recover
ing her lost lover, and she invented a
plan which seemed most likely to sue
coed. 1t was this: She knew Mr.. Jen-
kinS was politician and was in the
habit of reading the Times, Now, Miss
SimpkinS distinctly remembered MOTTO
ing the advertisements in the front
columns in which some people CORE
runaway friends, desired or enticed
them to come home upon seeing the
advertisement.
Miss Simpkins' plan was to advertise
for his (Mr. Jenkin's) return in the man
ner stated. Without heSitating or los
ing any time, Miss Martha went direct
to the office of the Times and handed in
her advertisement.
The second morning after it appeared
in print.
How anXiously she waited for some
kind of answer! She expected every
moment to see telegram saying that
he was on his way to rejoin her. But
no; the day passed YEARLY, and nothing
Thus fortnight passed. Miss Simp-
kinS had now almost given up forever
the idea Of her seeing him again, and
her friends remarked that ''She seemed
quite different person since her ledger
left"
AS for Mr.. jenkins, despite the good
natured efforts of his friends, he seemed
always downcast and unhappy.
"Whatever is the matter with you,
Jerry?" Harry would ask. "Can you not
confide in me, your oldest friend?'
But Mr.. Jenkins would only shake his
head.
In his anxiety he had entirely forgot
ten his favOrite newspaper. One day,
however, he bethOught him of it, and at
once dispatched a servant to buy one.
Listlessly he turned the pages over
until presently he found himself glanc-
ing at the front columns.
Suddenly he gave convulsive start.
Read that paragraph aloud" he eX-
claimed; ''then shallube assured that L
am not mad!"
WonderingIy, Harry took up the paper
and read:
Dear il: Return at once to your
afflicted Martha. No offense taken.
NJ S."
Harry" said Mr.. Jenkins, after
pause, you have learned my secret"
In pretty cottage, situated upon the
estate of Harry DakinS, dwells an hon
est, genial couple-Mr. and Mrs. Jen-
kns. They are loved and respected by
all who know them, and are as ''happy