Los Cerrillos rustler., 1888-11-30

Nns n Iaknf' caen HlNAlN REMARKED " .lEUr
"a bis left cutircly uuabashed b. n.ck's
arg y glare
Tue Rev Mr. ruttcr nlck's sl.a.ris saw
az oTcniur fer uafd u season. he was
= stif. ras'y faced iuaiv dual win mat
ton chop whiskrrs and a chranic dklsc
toward n.ck who bad once surrcpiitiousiy
inserted Mr. Browns rrt alligator be-
twucn his - sheets.
Il feat" be soicmniv remarked across
the table. "that yuur young friend 10 not
daily tnanEfui-"
What The devil have ! cot % BE- thank
ful iori' savaruly ciaculutud unhappy
u ck
Rov. Mr. Puttcrs turned quite male At
this unexpected aud altogether diabolical
outburst which icli like a verbal thunder.
bit in the immediate vicinity % what
could one oxuect from Young man who
had boldly ayowcd hi, sympathy with the
| hcrciical professors % AudUycr
/ Prom the standpoint Of those who had
heard this explosive query, Dick Blake
| had much 90 bc thankful for Youth.
health intellect, cook looks and q com
I Portable competency nrc certainly bless.
I iuss worthy Of being counted
I Thus In effect mildIy 81 remarked a boarlcr
as Dick having pushed bis chair back
I abruptly left the room, followed by a
I wIstiul. wondering look from Frauc.c's
/ dark eyes, and one of different imp rt FROM
/ Mrs Thcodosia Browns languishing orbs
And a rich widow 90 be had for the ash.
/ Ing, muttcred old Bynncr spto rurs, yct
loud enough for Rev. Puttcr 10 hcar-that
gentleman being strongly suspected OF cn.
terianing designs against Mrs Browns
/ heart and bnul, account
Mr. luttcr scowlcd ana Widccr, who
posed as a cynic, shrugged his shoulders
Blake is one Of those fellows who born
with silver spoon ia his mouth IN mad
all the time because Il isu't gold. don't you
know" he observed. looking about for the
applause which did not follow what be
thoughtrather a neat rcmark
but carnlossly unc, scious Of the char.
table comments OF bis fellow bOardcrs.
Dick made his way to his room, locked the
door and began TO make preparations for
an immediate departure 10 Kalamazoo or
Kamaschutka-it didn't matter Any
whore to get away from his sorrow-from
himself
While thus occupied a highly, scented
note was slipped under the door The con.
tents were as follows:
Mrs Brown would be dclaed 10 have
Mr. Blake make one Of little informal
gathering ut her rooms this Thanksgiving
eve. TuEoposiE B BHpwNn
| regret 10 say that the young man NUT
tered something uncomplimcntary 10 the
female sex, aud widows In particular "a he
tossed the note into the waste-p paper bas
ket Yet after thinking 1t over a little, he
decided to go. II wou d be a proper time
and place TO say good bye 10 those OF his
fellow boarders who were present It
would look rather strange TO refuse, any
way, And then he wanted to apologize TO
Rev Puttcr for his hastv uttcrlucc Ia
short he brought every reason for his at
tendance except the real one. AMI this
was that having an expensive upright
piano which she could not play Mrs Brown
always included Francio, who sang anu
played diyiuoly, in her invitations to those
informal gathering
Mr. Blake did not appear as usual ut
supper. The mOnotonous tread Of slip.
pered feet pacing back and forth in his
room and the strong smell OF tobacco
smoke, which drifteG through the tran
som, would seem 10 indicate an abortivo
attempt at drowning his sorrows In the
overllOwing bowl OF his meerschanm.
Most rooms exh BIT certain character.
istics of their occupants. Thus Mrs Theo-
dosia Browns might be described in a
word-showy There was certain gar
ishnoss Of color everywhere visible. from
the claboratelv framed oil paintings
against their background Of heavily gilt
paper, TO the porticre and inside curtains
and figured silk upholstery OF the furni.
ture
but Il all looked very cheerful and
pleasant in the subdued glow from the
gas chandeliers 10 the eyes OF the dozen or
more invited guests ON tho Thanksgiving
evening Of which ! write. At least, 80
they all remarked as sort of opening
chorus, and we all know that what every
one says must be perfectly true.
The menugeric was, generally speaking,
In somnolent condition The pet ALI
gator, rclcgntcd 10 the small ante room out
of con ,ideratun TO Mr.. puttor's feelings,
was presumably dormant IN his box. The
Angora cat slept contentedly on a Turk sh
rug before an open crate OF glowing an.
thracte. The parrot slumbcrrd-or pre-.
tended to-in his swinging perch in the
big bay window. One OF the pugs snored
on "A corner cushion. The whereabouts OF
the other was made known directly after
the entrance of Rev. MIR Putter.
Being nearsghted he had not seen that
the canine was occupying the newest easy
chair, into VIII ch the reverend gentleman
dropped heavily, to spring lightly and
hastily up with n short, sharp shrek that
was drowned in ear piercing yolps.
But even this agreeable incident which
convulsed several Of the worldlings pres.
eut with secret but unseemly laughter
tailed to chase the gloom from the brow
of young Mr.. Blake. In vain Mrs. Brown
vouchsafed her sweetest smiles while
equally vain were the attempts Of Miss
Dasher, a very decollete young woman, %
lure him to her side. With an air OF
Byronic melancholy that closely re'embled
sullenness, he stood afar off following
with his eyes every movement Of pretty
Francie, 10 whom, on entering, he had
vouchsafed the most formal OF bows.
Indeed, so marked had been his coldness
that France, who was perfectly unconven
tlonal, had asked, with gentle surprise IN