The Portland daily press., 1891-09-22
SAVED BY a SPOON,
Narrow Escape OF a Young Man
who came Near getting Left.
[Chicago Tribune


Yale street, Epglewood.
In this recherche, a la mode, and CONNIE
| Il fault Rue de Style of Chicago's intramural
southern suburb no ragweed, dog fennel
or mullen stalk ever obtrudes its plebeian
personality. No upstart dandelion rears
| its feathery head on the irreproachable
lawns of this distingue highway of sub
urban fashion and blows about it after
ward. The sun pauses decorously as IL
passes over Yale street and then hurrles
reluctantly on to fill unavoidable engage
ments elsewhere. The banana peddler
speaks with q modulated voice and more
| pronounced Italian accent when he IN
| 1ades its hallowed confines, and the no.
madic fish merchant announces his coming
by using a silver plated horn with an am
| Der mouthpiece instead of the soul de-
stroying souawker he employs when his
wagon wobbles and rattles along Sixty
| third.
A pale lemon tinted parlor with vivid
permanganate Of potash stencilings on the
upper borders of the walls. A chandelier
| of gorgeous and intricate architecture do
ing its best to illuminate the surroundings,
but hampered by having nothing but
shelf worn article of Town of Lake gas on
hand to use withaL A young woman of
elaborate bangs and naughty demeanor,
and a youth of detected mien who had re-
ceived a blow and was endeavoring to grin
and bear it, but found himself unable to
grin.
Such was the general tout ensemble.
II this Is all the answer you have to give
me, Thuripgia de Hote," he said, 81 don't
see any use in continuing the converse
ton"
None at all, Mr.. Kershock."
"And might as well call it water haul
and CO."
AS you choose, Mr. Kershock."
Its pretty ending to all my Dreams"
he muttered, as if communing with him
self. House over here on Harvard street,
ten rooms, modern improvements, nine
teen closets, regular boudoir, see straight
through dining room of north and south
neighbors' houses, and plan all fixed for
tennis court on shady side"
The young woman smiled cold, CLASSY
smile. and Mr.. Kershock drew on glove
VI see it now," he continued. 81 might
have known it. 1t was folly in me to think
could win the affections of an iceberg"
He pulled on his other glove, took his
hat, shook his head and went on with in
creasing sadness:
II had taken such satisfaction, too, in
making collection of souvenir spoons
that hoped some day'-
"Of souvenir spoons, Mr.. KershockP"
Eyes. Been two years getting them to-
gether. What good will they do me now2"
he asked dreariIy. "There's the Landing
of-the-Pilgrim-Father spoon, the Brooklyn
bridge spoon, Stockyards spoon, the Al
hambra-by-Moonlight spoon, the Eiffel
tower spoon and a whole raft of others.
Got sixty-seven of them in all and"-
"Sixty-seven souvenir spoons?" ex-
claimed Miss De Hote as she rose up, quiz
ering and painting. "Say it again, Clar-
ence Say 1t againr'
Yes. Sixty-seven," he replied in the
same detected way, land 1 was going
to'-
"Oh, Clarence!'
The proud beauty threw herself in his
arms, pillowed her classic Yale street head
on his robust Stewart avenue shoulder,
and the Pickering glare of the consump-
tive gaslight fell dimly on a rapturous
maiden whispering ecstatic nothings in
the ear Of wildly astonished youth who
wondered if he wasn't going crazy