New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-05-24
/ CLUBMAN'S IDEAL

A CLUBMAN'S IDEAL.
4, Baddington knew it wasn't his fault,
but it was deuced hard just the same
He was young, had pot Of money and
was good looking. Yet in all his 20
years be had never excited a grande pas
sion; in fact, he had never been kindled
himself to a wildly adoring dream of one
fair woman, whose kiss should be like
an electric touch, to send his blood throb-
bling to his temples and make his soul
palpitate like the dickens.
And this was the great aching void in
his life. Charlie Baddington was wor-
ried with this idea. He used to hear the
fellows at the club talk about things of
that kind, and they, all Of them, were so
much more successful than he in having
affairs. Of course he could take Casino
chorus girl to O'Neill's and open cham
pagno, or have u drinking round in the
Figaro with d "Black Crook" French
lady, who could assume such an un-
broken horizontally vi th her eyes on
the stage of the Academy, but that was
so easy and SO cheap-in it's sentiment,
not in cold cash-thSt Rc:ddincto1s
yearning was not satisfied. Iie wanted
to- Ee loved for himself, to win u fair
creature without having his pocketbook
do all the wooing. All the other fellows
at the club seemed to have had several
aGGaires de coeur. In fact, it seemed
mere wayside diversion, an episode with
them too common to 10 notable.
he left the club at so that Sunday
evening. and as he started up the avenue
this old thought began to ferrlent in his
mind. lie had q great deal of Ruinart
in his stomach. and that was rather a
stimulus to fa-c.:. His desire rolled
around in Il h&acy atmospheric, which
seemed 10 soften outlines and intensity
color. There was q slight roll in his
walk, too, but at that time there were
few people abroad to mark it, and it
seemed a physical rhythm that Graded
the yearning Of his soul to q sort of
peaceful hope.
1t was one Of those Eazy nights VIXEN
everything swims in u violet atmos-
phere. as he was passing q large house
his heart gave a sudden jump. There
stood the very realization of Lis dream
in the window. Somewhat back, but
looking forth on the warm, dusky night.
charged with diffused moonlight.
Tail, fair, SO wrapped in conte1npla-
ton, white" as the calyx of an Easter
lily and robed in immaculate draperies!
In fact, she might have risen from her
oD,7ch clcl FOL
slumber robes have come to look forth
and ease her heart by silent communion
for awhile with nature.
Baddington felt that if he could only
win her attention at such a moment it
would be the needed turn in Fortunes
wheel. He braced up and essayed a
sprightly air. In fact, he darted a bold,
languishing glance at the lovely creature
as he was passing and in desperate bold
ness lifted his hat.
He felt sure that there was slight
movement, as if she had gently waved her
hand. Nothing bold, sweet maidenly
gesture, prompted by some sudden emo
ton Of the heart. He could not distin-
guish it well, as she stood some distance
4"1Olll1 UlsO lOOlIl9 UuO llC lClU III muSG OG
so. It was so, he was sure.
He made his way home with a wild
satisfaction in his mind. IF he had ex-
cited an interest in that pure, graceful
creature, standing there in her virginia.
whiteness, into what might not the game
develop. The other fellows had never
struck such romance as this. e. 3.
l- Ia fho11 erht crroo+ 1oo1 oh, ~, -
ter the next day. How could he ap-
proach this divinity who came in her fair
ness to commune with the lovely peace of
the night? Perchance she felt some yearn-
ing like that in his own breast and had
stolen from her cosy chamber in that still
hour to breathe it forth by that look up
on the sweet peace of the world. Who
could tell what impression he had created
as he passed before her vision at that mo-
ment? If he had been moved, and he had,
deeply, why might not a kindred feeling
have stirred her soul? Why not? There
was no improbability in that.
The thought of a Personal suggested
itself. Twill the fair one in white who
noticed an admirer Saturday evening be
at the same place Tuesday ii an acquaint-
ance be desirable?" But that seemed
coarse. Charlie had an idea that shop
girls. fortune teliers. dry goods clerks
and such were the authors Of Person
ais. Mol This was ideal or nothing,
and no rude jar must come to dislodge
the first delicate upspringing Of unique
sentiment.
s. she had remarked him there was a
chance. she might be there again the next
night. He would wander by and see.
He whiled away the slowhours with tie
fellows at the club and consumed more