The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1888-05-19
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A Staid Citizen Calls to See the Friend
Of His Youth.

A Staid Citizen Calls to See tho Frieni
Of His Youth.
The incest little episode of the
season in social life occurred at the
residence of a charming family on
Spruce street the other day.
One of our best-known citizens
man of high social standing, and
who is as polite as he is ingenious
in his social relations, heard that
an old friend, Mrs. Judge D., from
a neighboring town in the State OF
Alabama, was in the city. His re-
membrance of the charming Mrs.
D. when she was Miss and he
was the most gallant of all the
beaux in that circle of cultivated
people in the old town Of H., car
ried him back to youths fitful friv-
olities, when the flash of the maid
EMS eye quickened the hearts throb-
bings, and to a friend he said !:
We'll, by George, will 60 and see
Matte. | have not seen her in
thirty years. Wonder if she will
know me? Go with me and see US
meet; it will be youths pleasure
brought back for the hour. Go and
see us meet. But don't you tell
her who | am. Don't; be certain.
Wonder if she will know me? And
stepping into barber's shop he
said: do me up; do me up nice !;
make me look as young as possible !!
confound these gray whiskers. But
never mind; I'll put on the smile
of youth.
Entering the residence he was
met in the hall by the elegant Miss
He gave again special in
struction not to be introduced,
again calculating: II wonder if
she will know me?" Entering the
parlor where sat in lovely chat
charming bevy of ladies, the cen
trail figure of whom was Mrs. Judge
D., ana most lovely woman she
was, too, with head OF hair as
beautiful as hoar frost; and a bright
smiling face, which marked charm
ing contrast with the whitening
locks above. Approaching her with
no introduction, but extended hands
and the smile of youth under a
frosty beard, and with a keen and
lively remembrance of the days
long gone by, he said with the he
roic confidence of an Andrew Jack
son and the politeness of Robert
I. Chester: Matte, do yo1 know
me?' Mrs. Judge D., catching the
spirit, and not to be beaten in the
open field, politely rose, all smiling
She accepted both hands, which he
had rendered with the bewitching
tenderness of Il rejuvenated beau,
but said with coy forgetfulness ::
you take me by surprise. Like
you can't conceal the creep
ing years, and one whose head is
silvery as mine can't be expected to
even old friends of the
youthful period. Please tell me
your name. You keep me in sus-
pense." But" said the Nashville
friend, with the politeness born with
al the true gentlemen of this good
old city ofsocial gentleness: ''Why,
Matte. don't you know me! Look
into my eye; think back thirty
years ago take good look. Iwould
know you anywhere. Your eye is
Just the same. You were charm
ingly beautiful when young, and
time has only changed the beauty
of youth into the charms of the
Well, we'll, Matte, | am
surprised"
But" said the lovely woman
whose charms had been so famil-
iarly handled, my name is not
Matte. Judge DIS first wife was
named Matte"
1t is only necessary to say that
the hero of the occasion covered
himself all over with glory in the
retreat. Joe Johnston couldn't
have beaten it in his palmiest days.
Nashville American.