Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-09-05
THE ICEBERG MELTED.
An Unexpected Climax in til. Courtship of
Mr.. kcrs!iocL.
Ere, Ill D.il. TIL


Mr.. kcrs!iocL.
From the Chicago Daily Tribune.
Yale street. Englewood.
III this recherche, la mode ard CONNIE il
faut Rue de Style of Chicago's intramural
southern suburb no rag weed. dog fennel, or
mulen-staik ever ob.rades its piebeian per-
sonality. No upstart dandelion rears its feath-
cry head on the irreproachable lawns of this
dis'ingao highway Of suburban fashion and
blows about it afterward. The sun pauses
decorously i. passes over Yale street and
then Lurries reluctantly on to fulfill unavoid-
able engagements elsewhere. The banana ped
der speaks with a modulated voice and more
pronounced italian accent when he invades its
hallowcd confines, and the nomadic fish mer-
chant announces his coming by using Il silver
plated horn with an amber mouthpiece instead
OF the sopl-destrOying squaw6er he EMPLOYS
when his wagon wobbles and rattles along 63d.
pale iemon-tinted parlor with vivid per
manganate OF potash steucilings on the upper
borders OF tile walls. A chandelier of gorgeous
and intricate architecture doing its best to
lllumine the surroundings, but hammered by
having nothing but shelf-worn article Of
Town Of Lake gas on hand to use. A young
woman of elaborate bangs and naughty do
meanor and youth OF detected mien who had
received n blow and was endeavorinp to grin
and bear it, but found himself unable to grin.
Such was the general tout ensemble.
If this is all the answer you have to give
me. Thnringis De Hote." he said. 81 don't see
any use in continuing the conversation"
None 1T all, Mr.. Kershock.'
And might a. well call it a water haul aud
CO."
''As you choose, Mr.. Kershock''
ITS pretty ending to all my Dreams" he
nuttered, as If communing with himself,
House over here on Harvard street. ten rooms
modern improvements, nineteen closets. repu.
! lar boudoir, see straight through dining room
Of north and south neighbors houses. and plan
| all Ax"d for tennis court on shady side"
The young woman smiled o cold. rlassy
| smile, and Mr.. Kershock drew on a glove.
| Il see it now" he continued. Il might have
| known it, 1t was folly in me to think could
| win the affection Of an iceberg"
Ho pulled on his other glove. took his bat.
| shook his head, aud went on with increasing
sadness:
Il had taken such satisfaction, too, in max
ing collection OF souvenir spoons that hoped
| some day"
.'Of souvenir spoons, Mr.. Kershock9"
] "les. Been two years getting them together.
What good will they do me now?' he asked,
drearily. There's the Landing oft he-Pil-
| Grim-Father spoon, the Brooklyn Bridgs
spoon, the Stock Yards spoon, tho Alhambr.-
by Moonlight spoon, the Eifiel Tower spoon.
and whole raft of others. Got sixty-seven Of
''Sixty-seven souvenir spoons!' exclaimed
A!iss Dc Hote as she rose up, quivering and
painting. Say it again, Clarence! Say il
again.
Yes, sixty-seven," he replied in the same
detected way, ''and was going To-
| 'Oh, Clarence!''
The proud beauty threw herself in his arms
piliowed her classic Yale street head on his
robust Stewart avenue shoulder, and the flick.
ering glare Of the consumptive gaslight fell
dimly upon q rapturous maiden whispering
ecstat1c notpinCs IN the ear Of q wildly Sston.
ished youth who wondered il he wasn't going
crazy.