Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1889-08-01
A Society Drama,

FROM THE LINCOLN (NEB.) JOURNAL. :.
so, Count, you desire to marry my
daughter?
These words came from the lips of
Reginald de Montmorency, the million.
aire banker, as he stood in the sumpt-
uously furnished parlor of his mansion
on G. street, facing distinguished gen.
tleman of foreign appearance. The lat
ter feryently replied:
Yes, yes, do
I'll let you know my decision to.mor-
row; by the way, Count, my daughter
and l haye arranged for little supper
at Orsmby's cafe this evening. Will
you join us?'
with pleasure
Gladys de Montmorency reclined on
an excellently upholstered ottoman, in
a boudoir,. the furnishing Of which 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 think
ing of the splendid Count Bologni, with
his lustrous Italian eyes, and of the ex-
cellent chewing gum he had given her.
She was summoned to the library,
where her father, the opulent banker,
stroked her silken hair and said:
Gladys, the Count has 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 people?
Dead sure
Because, my child,' and his voice
grew tremulous with emotion, because
| fear me much that he is not Count
at all. Methinks that when was erst-
while at Omaha l saw him as a waiter
in a restaurant. My child. O, my
child! These gray hairs would indeed
60 In sorrow to the grave-this old
heart would be rended in twain if I
were to see you in the soup
The lovely girls breath came in gasps
she twined her beautiful arms about his
neck aGd whispered:
what are we going to do about it ?
Harken,' her father replied I have
a scheme-number 2O7, series D. We
will take supper with him this evening
and I'll put him to a crucial test. Un-
til then let US abide in peace. Kiss me
again, my angelic child
III.
Myriads of lights were cleaning in
Ormsby's magnificent cafe when Mr.. do
Montmorency entered with Gladys on
his arm, queenly in her beauty and
grace.
The Count was already there, and
the three sat down to table together.
What no, waiter Come hither !!
This stern command from Mr.. de
Montmorency was instantly obeyed.
The waiter came to the table.
Gladys could feel the color leave her
cheeks.
She knew that the moment for the
great test was come.
Even the stern lips of her father
quivered and the cold perspiration was
on his brow as he SAID:
Count, my daughter and I only care
for a steak and cup of coffee. Will
you order for us?'
The Count rose from his chair, and
! his ringing voice could be heard
throughout the vast room as he said l.:
SLAUGHTER IN THE PAN AND DRAW
ONE IN THE DARK TWICE.
w.
Reader, there is but little more to
add.
Crushed and broken, Gladys retired
to convent to end her life in quiet and
solitude.
The Count left for his native country
on foot, but a haystack in which he was
sleeping one night took fire, and he
perlshed in the flames.
THE END.
---xE Ss.-----
He Knew Human Nature.
Smith-'I'm going to give up smok-
ing
Joncs-'Do you smoke cigars or q
pipe?'
S.-A pipe
J.-'Meerschaum !?
S.-'Yes.