The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1888-02-23

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green, looking for me. must hal
her. Ah, what II nice bunch of Der
rles wife is, Harvey! You never gc
berrying, do you?" and darting "A pro
voking smile at his friend, Rabbi
rushed out.
Harvey looked up at the roof of the
tent. passed his hand across his fore.
head, thought while, and began to
wriggle
"What delicious thing it is," he
mused, "to have a pretty woman
soothing fellows head " ith a sponge
and basin of water. Charming Therese
Is handsome and no mistake ASPIRE
" as an angel, and as clever as a Cir
ton graduate. Beautiful eyes, won
irons depth of expression, and what a
voice! What heart, too! Whoa!
steady, Harvey! What are you doingP
Letting the vision of pretty woman
run away with you? Dispel it, then.
Thcre! Hang it, it won't 90! The
black curls, the bright eyes, the soft
smiles, the fairy sponge and basin, are
all flashing before me life a sea of
freshl ly-minted gold sovereigns, and
he voice is still dwelling in my ear
dke the murmur of some babbling
orooklet. Pshaw! Pm getting poeti-
oal. That's bad sign. Harvey, nv
boy. really this is getting serious.
lou re going crazy. Is love hammer
ng for admittance at the gate of your
leart? Don't let him in. Keep him
out. But these immaterial creatures
frequently jump the fence. Let him,
and he'll break his neck once and for.
ever. Remember your VOW. A bach.
eior as long as you live; a Jolly life:
freedom; no slavery! Ha, ha! Sorry,
Therese, very sorry; but it can't be
helped. Drop your anchor, Harvey,
and let the storm come. You can stand
it.
Harvey was a man given to much
strange soliloquiZing, but in this solil-
oquy he was stranger than his wont.
What was the reason? Was it the fever
produced by his fall in the polo match,
or the fever of love? Harvey turned
over and fell into comfortable sleep.
Notwithstanding his intention to
drop anchor and weather the storm,
an hour later. when he awoke, the
first thing he did was to hurry to his
hotel and pack his valise. In the eve
ming, TO the general surprise of every-
one, he bade Newport adieu and took
the train for London.
What was the reason of his hasty de-
parture? The reason which he as
signed was fear of the wound upon his
head, and the desire to have the at
tendance of his own physician. The
reason which Ralph Liston suspected,
and the true one, was that he dared not
trust himself in the company of
Therese Montressor; that he had flown
to escape the allurements of love-
Poor Harvey! With all his bravado,
what Il coward he was!
The Newport season closed. Society
was again comfortably settled in its
metropolitan quarters. Harvey played
his accustomed part in the club gath
erings and social receptions. He was
invited to many parties, and. he ent
to all of them. But he was invited to
one too many. He went to it, and his
doom seemed to he foreshadowed. He
met Therese Montressor. He went to
several others, and through the skill
full management of an arch-villain
named Ralph Liston, he met Therese
Montressor at all of them. By this
time he was fairly in the toils-a help
less captive, and one of the easiest
One evening Therese Montressor
sat in the parlor of her fathers man
son, in company with a gentleman.
They were alone. The gas had not
been lighted; the parlor was illumi-
mated only by the ruddy glow of the
cheerful CRATE, but by this light any,
one could have appreciated the situa-
tiOn.
The gentleman had one arm clasped
lovingly around the iauv's waist. In
one hand he was pressing that fairy
member which had once bathed his
so pleasantly.
"Will you be mine, Therese?" he
asked.
81 WILL" she whispered softly.
Harvey gave a sigh of relief.
''Ive done it" he murmured to him
self. "Or, at least, love has. How
l feel! To think l should
ever come to this! How I've been gath
cred in so easily knocks me! All, well
love is quite a conundrum. Therese,
my darling, am yours for ever"
Thus the last bachelor of the club
iell into the tempting abyss of matri-
nony.