The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-08-31
THE ICEBERG MELTED.
An Unexpected Climax in the Court
ship of Mr. Kershock.

An Unexpected Climax in the Court
ship of Mr.. Kershock.
From the Chicago Daily Tribune.
Yale street, Englewood.
In this recherche, a la mode and CONNIE ii
faut Rue dc Style of Chicagos intramural
southern suburb no rag weed, d OF fennel or
mullen stalk ever protrudes its plebian per-
sonality. No upstart daDdeliou rears Its feath-
cry head on the irreproachable laws OF this
distingue highway OF suburban fashion and
blows about 1t afterward. The sun pauses
decorously as it passes over Yale street and
then hurries reluctantly on TO fulfill I'M
avoidable engagements elsewhere. The
banana peddler speaks with q modulated
voice and more pronounced Italian accent
when he invades its hallowed confines, and
the nomadic fish merchant announces his
coming by using a silver-plated horn with
an amber mouthpiece, instead Of the soul
destroying 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 tho walls. A chandelier
OF gorgeous and intricate architecture doing
its best to illumiue its surroundings, but
being hampered by having nothing but a
shelf-worn article Of Town of Lake gas on
hand to use. A young woman of elaborate
bangs and naughty demeanor and youth
of detected mein who had received blow
and was endeavoring TO grin and bear it,
buc 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,n be said, - / don't
sea any use in continuing the converse
ton"
"None at all, Mr.. Kershock.n
Aud ] might as well call it a water haul
and gon'
"As you choose, Mr.. Kershock."
ITS pretty ending TO all my dreams"
he muttered. as if communing With him
self. blouse over here on Harvard
street, ten rooms, modern improve
ments, nineteen closets, regular boudoir,
see straight through dining room of north
| and south neighbors' houses, end plan all
| fixed for tennis court on shady side"
The young woman smiled a cold, CLASSY
smile, and Mr.. Kershock drew on a glove.
II see IL now" he continued. II might
have known it. 1t was folly in me to
think | could win the affection Of an ice
berg"
He pulled on his other glove, took his hat,
shook his head, and went on with increas-
| ing sadness:
Il 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
-the-Pilgrim-Father spoon, the Brooklyn
| Bridge spoon. the Stock Yards spoon, the
| Alhambra-by-M Moonlight spoon. the Eitfel
Tower spoon, and q whole raft Of others.
| Got sixty-seven of them in all , and -"
Sixty seven souvenir spoons " exclaimed
Miss De Hote as she rose up, quivering and
painting. Say it again, Clarence! Say it
| againr
Eye. Sixty-seven," he replied in the
same detected way, "and Twas going
| to-
so, Clarencem
The proud beauty threw herself in his
arms, pillowed her classic Yale street head
ON his robust Stewart avenue shoulder, aud
the Pickering glare Of the consumptive gas
| light fell dlmly upon a rapturous maiden
whispering ecstatic nothings in the ear of a
wildly astonished youth who wondered if he
wasn't going crazy.