The Portland daily press., 1892-10-05

the train started and we were soon
passing Hunters ONT, the vile smells
of which are famous, or rather infa-
nous A vociferous aroma of decayed
glue climbed in through the open win
dows and travelled along with us. Some
of the passengers wrapped up their
noses in their handkerchiefs. Children
cried, and the pet poodle Of a lady with
diamonds in her ears lifted his nose and
howled dismally. There was only one
man in the car who seemed to enjoy
himself. He was my new-made ac-
quaintance. He gazed placidly around
and inhaled that horrible ef1uvia with
out turning a hair, SO to speak.
!! care you unwell?" he asked, seeing
my facial contortions. y
3. 'sNo, but will be pretty soon unless
we strike fresh air. This ozone is too
rich for me, guess"
i ssDo you smell anything disagreea-
ble?'' he asked, with innocent surprise
eyes. Don't you?''
NO"
81 expect, then. that am doing this
smelling for both of us" replied, hold
ingmy nose. My new friend smiled and
said:
81 have never enjoyed the sense of
smell. / was born destitute Of any
sense of smell, and have never ac-
CURED it; I don't suppose I could if
tried ever so hard. I have often heard
acquired taste, but never of &C
quired smell"
"Well, you are very fortunate. My
nose is small, but it is just one hundred
per cent. too large to suit me when go
to Manhattan Beach, via Hunters
point. OF all the hideous smells from
which I ever suffered that was the
worst, but we are out of it now.
'tWhew!"
"You are right in saying I am FORTH
nate in being bereft of the sense OF
smelling. Not only am | made happy
thereby during my trip to Coney island.
but, thanks to being unable to smell, l
have avoided shipwreck during the voy-
age of life"
How is that?"
'sIts not long story, and I've no
objection to telling you all about it if
you are disposed to listen" said my ac-
quaintance, taking out couple of
cigars, one Of which l accepted. Lean
ing back in his seat my companion,
whose name was Predmore Smith, be-
tween puffs of smoke told the following
story of his life:
''.]ust before the war broke out was
a student at Yale college. | was a
model young man. did not smoke or
drink, attended church regularly and
was very studious. I had very few ac-
quaintances, but was very regular in
spending the evenings at the house Of
Parson Snider, whose only daughter,
.Eunice, was beautiful girl. Parson
Srider was good man, but he was an
extremist on the subject of temperance.
lie allowed no young man who tasted
LIQUOR to set foot in his house. Between
Eunice and myself a strong attach
nent had sprung up. had her consent
ito our marriage as soon as had fin
ished my studies, and all that was
needed to make US both happy was that
of her father. We decided that l should
call on him that evening. I had room
not far from the residence of Parson
Snider, and that evening I dressed my
self in my very best clothing.
"sWhere are you going?' asked Tom
Bowers, my roommate.
'.I am going over to Parson Snider's.
"'You go over there pretty often. Go
ing to see Miss Eunice, l suppose?
asked Tom.
"'No. Tom, am going to call on the
parson himself :.
''Whew! Have you got that far, al
rcady?'
g 'That's just it,
.STom Bowers was silent for several
minutes, then he said:
you are right in putting on your
very best clothes. Smith, but:your coat
is dreadfully dusty. Let me brush il
off for YOU
"'Thanlz you, Tom, wish you would
brush it off a little
Tom procured brush, and brushed
my clothes thoroughly. Ten minutes
afterward / knocked. at the door of Par
son Snider's study.
81 walked in, but was somewhat dis
concerted, as the father of Eunice wal
evidently turning up his nose at me.
''I have-have-come to see-see-you,'
stanmered, somewhat confused.
$50 perceive. Proceed
L want to--want to tell you that
tell you I love Eu--'
81 became SO confused that could no
utter the rest of Eunice's name, SO
kept on repeating: 4 love Eu-'
You say you love me?' asked thu
parson, with sarcastic grin.
d" 'No-no,' replied.
"'You mean to say that you don't love
me?'
"'E want to tell you that I love Eu-
Eu-'
g L couldn't get beyond the first syl
liable, although for the third time I said
i love Ed
&C ME? Do you love me?' asked tn
mystifed parson.
"'No, qrite-quite On the contrary.