The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-04-21
a DEMOCRATIC ROMANCE OF
CLASSIC TENDENCIES.

A DEMOCRATIC ROMANCE OF
CLASSIC TENDENCIES.
To the Editor of the EAGLE
Once more. athwart the rudy west
that combination old. yet rare and new
to mortals of the present as of Adams
time, is playing to the usual audience.
Phobus' renowned car, pausing en-
larged in silhouette upon the rim of the
cerulean, contains as of yore the regnant
phaeton. He, hardening there for
Gothams' evening bells and wbistling
blasts of surcease from our daily toll,
dispenses with careless grace whats
coming to us vet of solar rays. And
many note the evening fair or quote the
priceless worth of spectacleS sublime
when placed on canvas, Not long waits
phaeton, for promptly at the hour of 6
the Rhythmic wind of bedlam broken
loose bursts full upon the Gods tympa-
mum, with no uncertain sound. I'M
hooking now, he turns his steeds into
hesperian pastures and betakes himself
the mounting path of Olympus craggy
heights. via the milky way, intent upon
tete-a-tete with Liberty, a Goddess
fair, lately arrived among them.
| Below, as if a giant magnet had re-
| leased its holt, the New York streets
now fill with human filings. Among
the myriad purposed throng. moving IN
resurgeant streams along the streets, is
Arthur Waggonhammer, clerk in the
Office of Bigbloke & Co., who, drawn by
the pleasant rivalry of being first at
| table, is fastening toward his boarding
house. He was successful here and greeted
later corners with graceful cordiality
and becoming bonhomie-but his and
| our greater interest is with his love
affair with Rasamond Gillidie, in 146th
| street, whittier with loving alacrity he
betakes himself and aries at nine.
And you have not heard of the
majestics arrival she said simply,
! in greeting him, deity wheel
| ing, meantime, with naive IN
situation of busting the revolving
ottoman for our hero. Her voice was
! low, and had q fetching, depthful
| brusauerie as soul-subdueing as tryst-
| ing turtle doves a'calling to her mate, on
echo's wing.
| Nothing authentic-the newsboys
offered such comprehensive mass of
information on the scandal, for cent,
that | brought with me half-dozen
copies"
How thoughtful of you, Arthur"
ooh. not at all" said he: everybody is
thoughtful on this subject" he added,
generously waving the compliment.
Il heard such following of all about
the Drayton- Borrowe Aster affair." as
| was making the biscuit, / believed the
gravest fears of our Gotham fathers had
been realized-that the duel had taken
place on the Majestic.
"Oh, yes, the press is doing its full
duty to itself and the public in this mat
ter, but the painful fact remains that we
cannot telegraph from mid-ocean," he
explained.
How painful? but then the papers fill
the gap with exquisite conjecture" she
smilingly affirmed, with pretty air Of
thankful gratitude.
"The whole trouble lay in letting them
get mixed up with those lords and duel
| ling virtuoso over there" he began; cit
would never have occurred to Drayton
! to say a word il he had not been Jagged
on 10y those fellows"
eyes, but Lady Audrey insisted on
giving out the correspondence to the
| public-what was that for?
"Why, to stop the drain of 81, 900 per
annum on Borrowe, for whom she has
great Platonic affection, so Millbank
says"
s'Millhauk is one of the men we read
I I, iIorI
Don't you like lords, Arthur, when they
are nice?"
"When are they nice:
"Oh, in the books, sometimes-but,
never had a chance to be duchess,
care you concealing the past from me,
| Rosamond:"
No, no, but you knew the preacher,
| Arthur, that used to come so often. he
said one time. if l would only take him,
he would study hard and try to be the
| Dude of Deuteronomy.
Poor devil-but Milbank is one of
| those prigs on duelllng. He crawled
into the sanctuary of German family,
you know, and then called out the hus-
band, son and brother of his inamorita,
whom ne slew outright, and then, he
| challenged and met on the field of honor
| the mother and sister of the woman con-
cerned, and administered the coup de
grace!"
"How terrible!
Yes, and if the nother-in-law had
had any more valor than wild duck. he
would have got her too.
''She was not over chivalrous. appar-
entity" said Rosamond, "but," she add
ed, ''do you really deem Milbank brave
| ''Bravei | would walk to Harlem to
| kick that prig, he darkly Kissed, grasp
| ing his seat as if KemmleriZed shock
! had passed through his muscular frame.
Releasing, at length, the creaking otto
man. he remarked more quietly, land
| shouldn't publish the thing either
| should not wish TO mortify him-only To
plant this number 8 kip under"
You promised to give me your views
! on the silver question this evening, Mr..
Waggonhammer," she archly CALCULATED.
handsomely boxing the conversational
/ compass at a bound
/ Moo" he wariiy answered, sit was
| on the closure proceedings-and it ap-
! pears we We're both right, he said,
! frightening up. SILVER is dead dog,
| Rosamond. Gold" he oraculariy be-
gan, such.as / see emblematicsllv en-
circled on this fair arm, shall now hence
| forward girt the solid earth in all the
/ strength of single standard purity; as
| snugly, too, as Rnsvs wrist is cIrcled--
despite the wrathful Bland, he conclud-
I ed, bendind with that superb obeisaBcs
| so beautiful TO behold in noble natures
and touching with his lips the golden