Connecticut western news., 1893-11-23
A CLUBMAN'S IDEAL.

put It was QeuceQ nara Just the same. He was young, had pot of money and was good looking. Yet in all his 25 years he had never excited grande pas sion; in fact, he had never been kindled himself to wildly adoring dream of one fair woman, whose kiss should be like an electric touch, to send his blood throb- bing 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 pagne, or have drinking round in the Figaro with "Black Crook" French lady, who could assume such an un- broken horizontality with her eyes on the stage of the Academy, but that was so easy and so cheap-in its sentiment, not in cold cash-that Baddington's yearning was not satisfied. He wanted to be loved for himself, to win fair creature without having his pocketbook do all the wooing. All the other fellows at the club seemed to have had several affaires de occur. In fact, it seemed mere wayside diversion, an episode with them too common to be notable.
 He left the club at 80 that Sunday evening, and as he started up the avenue this old thought began to ferment in his mind. He had a great deal of Ruinart in his stomach, and that was rather a stimulus to fancy. His desire rolled around in hazy atmosphere, which seemed to soften outlines and intensity color. There was a slight roll in his walk, too, but at that time there were few people abroad to mark it, and it seemed physical rhythm that cradled the yearning of his soul to a sort of peaceful hope.
 It was one of those hay nights when everything swims in violet atmos- phere. As he was passing large house his heart gave a sudden jump. There stood the very realization of his dream in the window. Somewhat back, but looking forth on the warm, dusky night, charged with diffused moonlight.
 Tall, fair, so wrapped in contempla- tion, white as the calyx of an Easter In fact, she might have risen from her couch and clad in vestal snowiness of s1umber 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 8 moment ii would be the needed turn in Fortunes wheel. He braced up and essayed 8 sprightly air. In fact, he darted 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 8 slight movement, as if she had gently waved he1 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 within the room, but he felt it must bt 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 virgina whiteness, into what might not the gam, develop The other fellows had never struck such a romance as this.
 | He thought great deal about the mat ter the next day. How could he ap proach this divinity who came in her fair ness to commune with the lovely peace O the night2 Perchance she felt some yearn ing like that in his own breast and hat l ha,- ,l, .4.J hour to breathe it forth by that look up on the sweet peace of the world. Wh' 1 could tell what impression he had created as he passed before her vision at that mo ment7 If he had been moved, and he had deeply, why might not a kindred feeling have stirred her soul? Why not? Ther was no i1nprobability in that.
 The thought of Personal suggested itself. "Will the fair one in white wh, noticed an admirer Saturday evening b at the same place Tuesday if an acquaint ance be desirable?" But that scene, coarse. Charlie had an idea that shop girls, fortune tellers, dry goods clerk
 and such were the authors of "Person
 als." Nol This was ideal or nothing
 and no rude jar must come to dislodg
 the first delicate upspringing of uniqu
 sentiment.
 If she had remarked him there was
 chance, she might be there again the nex
 night. He would wander by and see
 He W hiled away the slow hours with tn
 fellows at the club and consumed nor champagne than usual to beguile tn
 time of waiting.
 At 1:15 he started forth. His brail
 was hot, and his heart was beating quick
 ly as he drew near the house. Anothe
 moment and he could penetrate into tn
 room on the first floor with his feverlst
 flny gaze.
 l Yes, she was therei The same whit
 robed dream. He rubbed his eyes.
 seemed too good. This time he boldl
 raised his hat. She would be left in n
 doubt as to his feelings. Again as h
 went on he thought he saw that flicker C , ooEs9 oho hod fant1v Uavp