Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1888-06-29

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i From the Nashville American
The incest little episode Of the Gsa-
son in social life occurred at the resi-.
denee Of a charming family on Spruce
/ street just the other day.
One OF our best known citizens. q
man Of high social standing. who is a.
polite as he is ingenious in his social
| relations, heard that an old friend.
/ Mrs. Judge d. from q neIghboring
/ town in the State of Alabama, was In
/ the city. His remembrance OF the
/ charming Mrs. ID. when she was Miss
/ and he was the most gallant Of all tbs
beauE IN that circle Of cultivated
/ people ia the old town of H, carried
him back to youth fitful frivOlitiss,
when the flash of the maiden's eye
qulckened the hearts thrO bbines, and
to friend he said: ''Well, by George,
1 will 60 and see Matte. have not
seen her IN 80 years. Wonder if she
will know me? Go with me and see US
meet; it Will be youths pleasures
brought back for the hour Go and
see US meet. But don't you tell her
who 1 am. Don't; be certain. Won
der If she will know me?'' And step
ping into a BARRIERS 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"
Reaching the residence, he was met
IN the hall by the elegant Miss. He
gave again special instructions not to
be introduced. again calculating: ~
wonder If she will know me?"
Entering the parlOr where sat
IN lovely chat a charming bevy
OF ladies the central figure of
whom was Mrs. Judge D., and a most |
lovely woman she was, too, with a
head OF hair as beautiful as boar
frost, but a bright, smiling face, which |
marked a charming contrast with the /
whitening locks above. Approaching /
her with no introduction, but extend !
ed hands and the smile of youth |
under a frosty beard. and with q keen |
and lively remembrance of the DAYS |
long gone by, he said, with the heroic |
confidence of an Andrew Jackson and |
the pOliteness of a Robert l. Chester:
Matte, do you 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 IA reJnven.
ated beau, but said, with coy forget
iulness: you take lne by surprise.
Like myself, you can't conceal the
creeping years, and one whose head is
silvery as mine can't be expected to
remember even old friends of the
youthful period. Please tell me your
name. You keep me in suspense"
But" said the Nashville friend, with
5he pOliteness born with all the true
gentlemen of this good old city Of
social gentleness: ''Why, Matte,
iOn't you know me? Look into my
yes; think back 80 years ago; take q
,OOd look I would know you any
where. Your eye IS just the same.
You were charmingly beautiful when
yOung, and time has only changed the
beauty OF youth into the charms OF
he matrOn. Well, we'll, Matte, I am
But, said the lovely woman whose
harms had BEEN so Familiarity hand
ed. My name is not Matte Judge
is first wife was named Matte
1t is only necessary to say that the
zero OF the occasion covered himself
Ill over with glory Ia the retreat. Joe
OhnsUOn couldn't have beaten it in
1a M Intact