Los Angeles herald., 1891-09-28
SAVED BY A SPOON.
Narrow Escape of a Young BEan Who Came
Near Getting Left.


Near Getting Left.
Yale street, Englewood.
In this recherche, la mode, and comme
il faut Rue de Styleof 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 it
passes over Yale street and then hurries
reluctantly on to fill unavoidable engage
ments elsewhere. The banana peddler
speaks with modulated voice and a more
pronounced Italian accent when he in
vades its hallowed confines, and the no
madic fish merchant announces his coming
by using a silver plated horn with an am
ber mouthpiece instead of the soul de-
stroying squawker 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 youth of detected mien who had re.
ceived blow and was endeavoring 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, Thuringia de Hote," he said, 81 don't
see any use in continuing the conversa-
tion."
"None at all, Mr.. Kershock
And might as well call it a water haul
and CO."
"As you choose, Mr. Kershock."
"lt's 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 a glove.
81 see it now" he continued. II 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
CkedSluS SstuucSSs
II had taken such satisfaction, too, in
making a collection of souvenir spoons
that hoped some day.
"Of souvenir spoons, Mr.. Kershock?''
"Yes Been two years getting them to-
gether. What good will they do me nowP"
he asked drearily. "There's the Landing
of-the- Pilgrim-Father spoon, the Brooklyn
bridge spoon, Stockyards spoon, the Al
hambra-b by-Moonlight spoon, the Eiffel
tower spoon and 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, Quiv-
ering and painting. "Say it again, Clar.
ence Say it againp'
Eyes. Sixty-seven," he replied in the
same detected way. "and l was going
tO"-
"Oh, Clarencel"
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 a wildly astonished youth who
wondered if he wasn't going crazy.-Chi-
carO Tribune