Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-01-25

George. "Who said you had ?-and who
cares what you do with your ole clo'?
I have MT the honor of Mr.. Isaacs' &C.
quaintance, myself was merely show
ing you that card as good specimen OF
work. Look at it..
The other looked at it, looked out OF
the window again, and said he thought
he would take walk.
$50 along" said George. you're no
company for me this morning. I'll see
you at dinner"
In less than an hour after Stanley
Marsden, ignoring the elevator in his
rapture, hatless and breathless, as
cended to No. 1888, and burst in upon
George Jameson, as he wrote business
letters, like a human whirlwind.
90 glo1y!" he shouted. "Such a
splendid chance as I've had! I've done
it."
"Yeu have done what?"
! "Got acquainted with her.
Indeed! What's her Nance"
I'll don't know. You needn't laugh
her father gave me his card; he is Eben
Randolph, the silk importer. He in
vited me to call on himself, his wife,
and daughter, this evening, at their
parlor here in the Atlantarium. said
I'd be happy to, of course, and gave
him my card"
"Well, what brought about this sud
den intimacy?"
Il just saved the young lady's life.
You needn't stare; 1 did! She was
walking alone on the mall; runaway
horse came tearing along like mad,
scattering the crowd, and was within
three rods of her before she saw him:
the frantic brute would have trampled
her down, sure, for she was too terrified
to move-when jumped in
before her and spread sun
umbrella in his face. He bolted and
reversed-and so she was saved.
She tainted, I took care of her till her
father came up, and he was full and
running over with gratitude. Congrat-
ulate me, my dear oy!-I shall see her
tonight, be formally introduced by her
father"
"And the rest will follow as naturally
and as easily as in 25-cent novel, "
said Jameson. STANLEY, I do hereby
congratulate you! And inasmuch as
you have now entered upon campaign
of some months, as I predicted to you
a while ago, I shall pack my trunk and
start for home tomorrow"
"You might stay awhile and see how
I get on, George"
you'll write to me all about it, Stan.
ley. I shall have letter every day. o,
my prophetic soul! but what an out
pouring Of ink you will make over her!"
III.
At 10 o'clock of that night George
Jameson was abed and asleep, ignorant
of and not caring for the dance-music
that was quickening the hearts and the
feet Of some hundreds in the great as
sembly-rooms. This prosaic young
man was going to return to business
and it's calm content on the morrow, and
his slumbers were sweetened by the an
ticipation. His friend, in the agony and
futter of first love, had made an elab-
crate toilet an hour before, and gone be-
low. Upon the peaceful slumbers OF
Jameson he now burst, in wrath and
vexation.
II don't know what to d." he
groaned. Everybody is against me. .
Go to bed" said the other, sleepily.
II can't. George, sit up; I've got to
tell you about it. I've been treated
awfully. I found the family in their
rooms; was presented to Miss Sylvia
and the mother; the girl was pleasant
enough, but the old folks were like two
dragons. They just froze me out.
"They think the family is big enough, -
suggested the friend.
"Well-they needn't insult me, after
saving their daughters life-and that's
pretty near what they did. They barely
thanked me for it, and hardly another
word did they say. I tried to talk, and
had to do it all myself. Yes, they alb
solutely froze me out; I left, discour.
aged. What does it mean?"
"They don't like your STYLE" said
matter-of-fact Jameson.
Give had no chance to show them
They acted as though they had made ul
their minds to dislike me. Can it bt
possible that some blackguard has beer
telling these people some horrible liz
} about me?"
Possible; not likely"
"George-you can't go home to-mor
: row. You've got to help me dig this
} affair out"
"Tll stay one day longer, merely tx
watch you, and keep you from making
fool of yourself"
The two friends wa1l,ad down ~ I'll,