The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-06-13
THE SWEETHEAKTS.
A Delightful Chicago Variation of the
Old, Old Story.

III does, Mr.. Schwackhammer."
"And you haven't any explanation &c
giveT
what explanation do you wantl have
told you l wished to break of the engage.
ment because it has become irksome to me.
Isn't that enoughp
The young man uncrossed his legs, got up
and reached for his hat.
Seems strange" he said, as yearning
look came into his eyes, ''that the engage
| ment didn't become irksome TO you until the
| oyster season was over"
Miss Pankey did not deign any reply, and
Algernon Swackhammer, with low bow
turned upon his heel and walked out.
When the door had clossd'upon his re-
treating form she sank nervelessly into a
| chair.
The stupid wretch" she exclaimed. "He
| ought to have had more sense than to take
me at my word p
Suddenly she stopped to the floor, picked
up small ivory tablet that had dropped
from Algernon's pocket. pressed it passion
ately to her lips, bowed her head upon her
hands, and sobbsd aloud.
Years had passed. The afternoon sun was
| gliding the pretentious spires and cupolas
or an ambitious western town, and the soft,
weird music of the fish peddler's horn was
heard In the street, when a middle-aged
man with valiss in his hand opsned the
| gate In front of modest but neat and we'll
built cottage, walked briskly up the steps,
and knocked at the door.
A lady answered the knock, a lady well
preverved, but no longer young.
The stranger barred his head. His hair
was beginning to turn gray. but time had
| evidently dealt with him leniently, and care
mad left no deep traces on his brow. He
spoke:
SIS the gentleman of the house-am 1
dreaming9 Isn't this Cashmere Pankeya
Or rather"-and he smiled-'isn't this the
lady who was once Miss Cashmere Pan
| keyp
II am Miss Pankey," she answered, land
you are Algernon Swackbammer. | recog-
nized you as soon as l saw you. Won't you
come in?'
well, well, !" said the middle-aged trav-
| eler, as he sat in an easy chair in the front
parlor few moments later and looked with
| Interest at the face of the lady. "Who
| would have thought of meeting you here!
And you tell me you are still Miss Pankey?
| Isn't this your homer
ut is my brothers. He is a widower.
l keep house for him.
And you have never marriedw
'No."
How have you prosperedp
II have no reason for complaint. And
you?"
Il have had great many hard knocks,
Cassimere-Miss Pankey-since we met
last. By the way, we parted rather uncere-
| moaiously, didn't we?'
The lady sighed
And have always felt that l owed you
an apology" he confined, ''for not sending
your photograph back after you had re-
turned mine; but the fact is" he went on,
| awkwardly, ''I-er-couldn't find it. 1t
had got lost somehow"
Miss Pankey sighed again.
That reminds ne, pursued Mr.. Swack-
hammer, that | lost little book slate the
| last evening | was at your house. / must
have dropped it out of my pocket in some
way. 1t wasn't Of any particular value.
and L don't know when | have thought of it
before, but the recollection of it happened
| to occur to me Just now. 1t was a little
| black book-slate, with"
Il think it was al ivory tablet"
mo. | am quite positive it was little
black book-slate."
81 am sure it was white tablet"
Going to the nlantel she opened plush
| lined jewel casket and took out little ivory
tablet.
Here it is" she said
And you have kept it all these years?"
| exclaimed Mr.. Swackhammer.
"Yesr
81 see l was mistaken. But to change
the subject. Do you consider yourself-aw
fixed in life' Have you mono plans for
the futureg
She paused, and her visitor proceeded:
In sense. suppose, you are a fixture
heres Your brothers children are to some
extent dependent upon you"
'Of course. but"
"Then permit me, Miss Pankey, for the
sake OF old times, said Mr.. Swackhammer,
rapidly, as he opened his valiss and took
out number of documents, ito call your
attention to the fact that life is uncertain,
disease and death stalk abroad in the land
fatal accidents may happen at any time.
and 1t is the part of wisdom to provide
against contingencies in securing those who
are or may be dependent upon us against
want. la the policies of the Limpinlazarus
Life Insurance Company. which | repre-
sent, and for which l have Travelled for the
last seven years, you will find the mos5
perfect system. the surest guarantee.
the most absolute security offered by
any company in the field. and either on the
ten-year. the endowment, or the life plan,
as you may prefer, you will find the premi-
ums smaller in proportion to the silt-edged
character OF the insurance afforded than in
any that has ever come under your notice.
Whllethe non-torfeltable feature of the pol
Icles, peculiar to our company alone, together
with the dividends that accrue after the
third year, thus steadily decreasing the
annual premiums, while at the same
time
WAS this your object in calling, Al-Mr.
SwackhammerW
rs was, Miss Pankey. I've just begun to
work this town.
Opening the little ivory tablet he began
Jotting figures down in 1t with great rapid
lty.
Now, you will see" be said ION the ten
year plan--let me see. what is 70 r age?n
You Will please excuse me, sir. | have
some bread in tne oven that I must 60 and
look at, and don't need any life insurance.
Neither does my brother. | wish you sue
cess, Mr.. Swackhammer. Good afternoon"
Miss Cashmere Pankey sat in pensive
silence minute or two after her caller had
departed, then picked up the little ivory
tablet, put it back into the plush-covered
Jewel case, took them both out TO the
Kitchen, tossed them into the stove, and
went about her work with a firm and de-
cided expression on her face.
Three weeks afterward she married a
bald-headed dentist 81 years old, who had
been making love to her for about eight
years.
In Spite of the Funny Man.