Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1892-04-09
NY IADY'S PHOTOGRAPH.
A DISCOVERY, AND WHAT
CAME OF 1T.


Mr.. Ulyerson's man informed Mr..
Van Ellen that his master would
surely be home in less than half an
hour. As he spoke French clock
in one of the rooms gave forth six
melodious notes. Yes, Mr.. Ulver-
sons man was quite certain that his
master would be home. He never
failed to dress for dinner, and he usu-
ally dined at the club at about seven.
Would not the gentleman wait for
him?
Van Eltcn decided that he would.
Since landing from the Unabria an
hour ago he had not seen familiar
face. 1t was not an altogether pleas
ant experience to return to ones own
country and meet only strangers. He
longed for friendly hand pressure,
and he believed that his old college
friend, Ulverson, would oblige him.
He had been abroad fer over three
years. He had been half frozen on
the Russian steppes, aud had come
nigh unto death with Roman fever
he had slipped absinthe in the Paris
boulevards, and had drunk beer in
the gasthauser Of Berlin; he had
dined with member of the House of
Lords at the Carlton Club in Lon
don, and had break tasted with an
Italian prince under the shadow of
Vesuyius at Naples; he had sailed a
yacht ON the Mediterranean, and had
skated on the frozen Gords of Nor
way. Now that he was back in his
own country, he was possessed by
sense of loneliness that he had not
experienced in all his travels.
Once he was at his home in Bali-
more all would be different, but here
in New York, he felt like a stranger
in q strange land. He had looked
up Ulverson's address in the direc
tory, and had discovered that he was
occupying apartments at the Unicorn
on Fifth avenue, within a stones
throw of Delmonico's, and only
couple ofblocks away from that mann
moth and ornate piece of architect
ure, the Madison Square Garden, for
which they had been blasting room
for the foundations when he went
away.
His idea was to invite Ulverson to
dine with HIM at little French table
dhote restaurant that they were wont
to patronize in the old days, when
they ran up to town from Princeton,
for lark, and which they loved be-
cause it had what they believed was
something truly Partisan about it.
Over the thin soup, with vegetables,
which was described on the written
menu as pot an fen; the fried foun-
der, put down as flet of sole; the
inevitable curry of chicken wings, for
an entree, and the slice of underdone
beef, with its accompanying salad of
chicory, they would talk over old
times and revive old memories.
Van Elten took off his overcoat,
and placed it en- Que of the low ORR
ental-looking couches. The room
was flooded with the mellow half
light that came from an orange silk
shaded lamp in one corner, by which
he observed that the place was rich
ly, even luxuriously furnished, and
was garnished with an abundance of
bric-a-brac and pictures. The man
tel-piece was crowded with photo
graph, some in ornamental frames,
and others in no frames at all. He
glanced at these casually; and then
finding on a table French novel
that he had about half read on the
steamer, be sat down near the lamp
and took up the thread of the story
where he had left it off.
When the French clock tinkled
single stroke for the half hour. he
threw the book aside and walked to
one of the windows, which looked out
on the avenue. The street lamps
were aglow; the clatter OF the stages
and bansoms on the resonant pave
ment below, reached HIS ears even
through the plate glass; and he
could see the people passing on the
opposite side OF the street, each and
all with briskness of step in which
he fancied he could read their
thoughts of dinner and plans for the
subsequent evening.
For FIVE minutes he stood there,
and then ne turned back into the
room and began study of the pic
lures to kill time. In a very little
while he had exhausted the paint
ings and the engrayings on the wall,
and had come to the photographs on
the shelf over the fireplace. The col
lection was made up for the most
part of actresses, and, in many in
stances, the picture bore an auto
graph inscription, sometimes dag
onally across the lower corner. and
sometimes across the back. Now and
then he ran across a fancy hit O