Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-05-18

humble bee romance, in which an interest
ing and handsome young bachelor was stung
Some three years ago and has not fully recov-
cred up to the present time, was charmingly
related to me one day last week by the sufferer
himself II was during conversation, in
which was making many futile attempts to
EScertai1 which one of the several young
ladies' gossip and newspaper reports had de-
creed should become Mrs Blank, would really
do SO, and when the ceremony would take
place that humble bee attracted my atten-
ton. 1t was a harmless innocent-looking,
dainty, fragile, little affair. made of gold and
perched in the black 'four-in-hand" tie worn
by the gentleman.
1t was very unique and odd, and / expressed
my admiration of it. THIS pleased the owner
who is noted for his immaculate linen, lovely
ties and delicate scarfpins to such an extent
that be gave me the romance associated with 1t,
or else he saw an open avenue nf escape in re-
latinR ancient experiences from the conversa-
ton regarding his more recent alleged affairs of
the heart. which he had been enduring with i'll
concealed nervousness. At any rate he became
quite animated regarding the humble bee, and
"You think it pretty, do your Well, there is
quite story connected with that insignificant
little pin" And upon my requesting him tore
peat 1t, for an old love affair is better than no
love affair at all he leaned back in his revolving
ONCE chair with retrospective, softened look
IN his brown eyes and began thus:
Three years ago." Ia change, by the way,
from the usual formula 'Once upon a time,')
started for Philadelphia The earlier portion
Of the trip we spent IN tho smoking car, enjoy
ing our cigars ana laying plans ior future
political campaign. Az last We went into the
parlor car, and how did regret the lost time
In the smoker when perceived Eirlish vision
Of sweetness and beauty occupying the chair
behind mine. OF course gradually / turned
my chair around And-wcll, Co mako n long
starry short and hasten over the minor details.
we became acquainted. and in a brief space OF
time became very good friends, as will some
times happen when two congenial people are
thrown together In a long. tedious Journey.
I'VE discussed all the leading topics OF the
day, dined together At Harrisburg, and were
hnow-bound together for six hours, which
prayed might extend into six weeks so enrap-
tured was with my fair companion, who was
one OF the prettiest and most winning girls
have ever seen in my life. You know being
enow-boGnd on train does away with a great
deal Of conveniionality and formalIty and IL
was such delightful experience to have that
little creature refer to me so conndlngly in
everything that ere long found myself as deep
In love as the train was IN the snowdrift
AT last we arrived in Philadelphia, and, as
had hoped her friends had become weary Of
waiting for the delayed train and departed,
leaving me the joyful task of accompanying
my companion in a cab TO her home. Our part
ing was just tinged with sentiment, and went
90 my hosel to think and dream of my petite
sible, would secure her for the Journey
through life.
MY business IN Philadelphia required hut
one day in the transaction, and as my young
friend had not invited me to call returned 20
this city the following day in a delicious state
OF anticipation, as she had promised to write to
me. watched the mails anXiously and at last a
small box and a little square nlsslve bearing
the Philadelphia postmaTk arrived. How low
tngly1 gaZed upon the inscription of the enve-
lope, written in dainty, scraWly hand and
how eagerly broke the seal you may imagine;
and as the faint perfume with which the note
was lmpregnated greeted me. and / read her
pretty words Of thanks for my attentions to her
on our trip 1 was almost transported into the
presence of my loved one.
sHs
"Otten times now when am enjoying cigar
in the quiet Of my own apartments, l see
visions of the dear little girl in the curling
smoke, and almost feel the gentle pressure of
her white hand upon my arm, but" here the
narrative suddenly ceased, and such dreamy,
far-away look took possession of the narrator
that feared for the conclusion of the romance
and wondered If the lovely young creature had
died. The silence became oppressive, and /
ventured We'll" with rising infection
which. however proved Intellectual, and con-
tinued with "What next p
what next 2" repeated the pensive bachelor
There wasn't any next Her note was signed
Mrs. Marion Mantelle"
The moral of this romance is obyiout be
sure she isn't married before you love her,
THoREB BRANCH