Mountain Home bulletin. (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1888-1889, 1889-03-30
4 SOCIETY DRAMA.

- 0V0s6Iv O0t%DWAs
asw . CrsaA Father Wrecked the nap.
Plness oa 1~s Hossg Hesrts.
$50, Count, you desire to marry my
daughterp"
These words came from the lips Of
Reginald de Montmorency. the million
aire banker. IA he stood in the sumrt-
uously-furnished parlor OF his man
sion on G street, facing distinguished
gentleman OF foreign appearance. The
latter fervently replied:
"Yes, yes. dol"
"Fll let you know my decision to-
morrow; by the way. Count, my daugh-
ter and ! have arranged for a little
supper at Ormsby's cafe this evening.
Will you join usp"
"With pleasure"
Gladys de Montmorency reclined ON
| an excellent upholstered ottoman In .
boudoir the furnishing Of which must
have cost a good deal Of money.
| There was far-away look in her
eye; there was far-away look in her
other eye.
She was thinking Of one who was
dearer to her than life. She was
thinking OF the splendid Count
Bologni, with his lustrous Italian eyes,
and Of the excellent chewing gum he
had given her.
. She was summoned to the library.
where her father. the opuIeht banker,
stroked her silken hair and said:
"Gladys, the Count hns asked for
your hand"
That's business. father; there are
no flies on the Count"
Are you sure, my daughter, that he
is your kind OF peoplep"
, dead sure"
: "Because, my child" and his voice
grow tremulous with emotion, "be-
\ cause fear me much that he Is not
. Count at all. Methinks that when
. was erstwhile ut Omaha saw him
: as waiter in restaurant My
child. o, my child! These gray hairs
would indeed go in sorrow to the
\ grave-this old heart would be rended
0 In twain--if wero to see you In the
0 soup!"
t The lovely girls breath came In
' gasps; she twined her beautiful arms
r about his neck. and whispered:
J. "What are we going to do aboutit?''
v Hearken." her father replied; II
II have scheme-No. POI. series D..
J. Wen take supper with him this even-
ing, and I'll put him to n crucial test.
d Until then let us abide in peace. Kiss
d me again, my angelic child"
" III.
|, Myriads OF lights were cleaning in
t. Ormsby's magnificent cafe when Mr..
! de Montmorency entered with Gladys
y on his arm, quccnly in her beauty and
10 grace
~ The Count was already there. and
l. the three sat down to u table together.
at what no, waiter! Come hither!'
:" This stern command from Mr.. de-
at Montmorency was instantly obeyed.
in The waiter came to the table.
h. Gladys could feel the color leave hel
a. cheeks.
@. She knew that the moment for TN
n. great test was come.
III Even the stern lips Of her fathe
s. quivered, and the cold perspiration wa
40 on his brow rs he said:
'.Count, my daughter and l onl.
care for steak and a cup Of coffee
Will you order for usp"
he The Count rose from his chair. an
his ringing voice could be hear
ss throughout the vast room as he said
'c- slaughter in the pan and draw on
or in the dark twice!"
ei- ~.
er Reader, there is but little more t
m add.
H. Crushed and broken, Gladys retire
la' to a convent to end her life in quit
hu and solitude.
d. The count left for his native countr
re- on foot, but hay-stack in which b
he was sleeping one night took fire, an
he perished in the flames.
m THE END.
er Lincoln (Neb. Journal.