St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-07-08
creasing. 1t u.s. you know, a purely
| nervous deafness"

yours is purely nervous Deafness A
remarkable consensus of opinion
which comedies entirely with my own
views on the matter-Oh. Mrs.
Stfeatham! how is your poor husband?
Quite worn out?'--and | was free to
escape.
mention the foregoing little CONVEX
sation because. although it may appear
aDsurdly unlmpOrtaAt and out of place
I IN narrative of this kind, it was while
| L was listening to Mrs. Whitworh'SY
remarks, and seeing Harold walkt by
with Miss Blanche, that it suddenle
flashed upon me that any reign of min
was over. When l saw the young fel
lows radiant face, and the girl with her
eyes looking straight into his with a
| peculiar thrilling air which was all her
own, seemed to have kind of pre-
monition of what Cameron would feel
for her. and she, if she were human, for
him. 1t was rather tragic moment for
me; l hope l listened to the mother
| without undue Impotence.
l don't remember very much more
that happened that evening.
When Cameron, George and l were
walking home together tn rough the
summer night, it was the first-named
who talked all the way; the two elder
men were singularly silent. And the
| L
need not say what that was.
When we had said good night to our
| young trisnd at the door of our cham
bers, and had gone up to our room and
lighted the pipe of peace, George
turned and said TO me:
well, old fellow?"
"Well?' said |.
Our ingenious youth has done it
you see. We might have known he
would fall head over ears in love with
the girl; but you only think of these
things afterward. The serious thing for
! you and me, my boy, "coutinued George,
as though we had joint partnership
interest In the affair. lis that Miss
| Blanche is, if L mistake not, also 'tou-
| chee au c9ur' 1.-THE speaker Smote his
walstcoat with dramatic air-''or else
| she's the most conSummate fiirt that
| ever lived. The two were having high
Old time down in the supper room. Me-
thinks that friend of mine -one Court
ney-did not enjoy with his usual zest
the pleasures of the may dance"
ION, confcund it, George" l said.
'you know how feel. had an idea /
was getting on we'll with the girl, and
| tonight she would scarcely look at me-"
Il have long Since" said George
soiemnly, given up any hope in the
| direction we know ca, and l should adj
| wise you, my friend, from this moment
TO do the same. Our young friend will
win in the race. you will see. Is the
prize worth having, do you think? l
shall take up the sensible position of
the fox in the fable; my taste for grapes
| OF any kind has quite departed"
Il hope" said |, with u groan-''I
| hope the girl is worthy of him, and
| wont play with s-as-but never
mind that. Let us hope Cameron will
| be more successful than-than some
| others of our acquaintance"
And we got our candles and went to
| bed.
Cameron was successfuI-to all out
ward appearance. From that first even
| ing he followed Miss WhitWorth with
pertinacity and devotion which, as
| performances i'll the shade. He would
| come into our chambers l know not how
| often in the course of a week, and talk
| OF the beloved Ons-Or rather rave like
the most impassioned lover who ever
|, trOd the stage.
| think that both of US seniors soon
ceased to feel any jealousy, because of
| the marked favor with which young
| Harold was received. We took to CIV
ing him good advice; we urged him to
make sure of his ground before he
| gave his heart away-as though he had
not already done that past recalling.
George was particularly solemn i'll his
warnings, but l don't think they had
the slightest effect.
remember. indeed, on one occasion,
| that when Coverley had mentioned the
word "tiirt" III connection with Miss
Whitworth, Harold rose up in arms
| against him.
Look here, you miserable old cynicr'
hn nrin hai nj holf ir,i aIyn
| won't listen TO word you've got to say
against Blanche. You may cali her a
! fiirt if you like, but l know she isn't.
| She's been kinder to me than any one
! else in London. Do you think | don't
know whether girls in earnest or not?
| And-and she's my friend, and-and Pll
| thank you not to speak of her again in
| that way in my presence"
| He looked so wounded that George
| had to make his peace with him by a
| stumbling sort of apology. In point of
fact, we could not but admit, looking
OH as we did now quite as outsiders,
that Miss Blanche was exercising sur
| prising cOnStancy. BY the time that
she and Harold had known one another
| three months they were regarded as
| tacitly engaged, although 10 open an
| nouncement of the fact had been made.
fear that during this period Cameron
made but small progress with his legal
| studies, and l used gravely to point
out to him some of the dangers of his
| present course; but he would only
laugh at ME for an old fogy, declare he
had plenty of time-as was indeed the
case-and begin to talk about much
! more Interesting business.
1t was about this time that a garden
party was given by Hermann Seyfried,
| at which the present narrator was priv
| iliged to assist" along with some of
the other actors in this little drama.
| This Mr.. Seyfried was German of
| great wealth, who lived in fine man
| sion and dispensed magnificent hospital
| ity to his friends and acquaintance.
| The halo of his gold shone round about
him, showing him to most people i'll a
very favorable light.
Judged apart from the halo, there
| was, fancy, nothing very much to adj
mire; snutfy, dark-looking little man,
with enormous muStacheS and a deep,
gutteral voice-not ''man of parts,'
judged by English eyes.
Eowbeit, most people were very glad
| to receive his Invitations, myself-let
me be honest-among the number. He
was a bachelor, and had number of
free and easy bachelor ways, which
| 'took' with a great number of men;
and then, too, it must be owned that his
dinners were remarkably good.
The garden party in question was, /
remember, most brilliant affair. A
great crowd of people were there. l
fancy can see at this moment the squat
little figure of the host standing to well
come his guests, ana that l hear his
"How you do, Mees Vityorth?''-HoW
you do, Meester Camerone?" spoken
Through the nose with great politeness.
Mr.. Seyfried was greatly charmed by
the fair Blanche, to whom he was pay
| ing compliments. most of which were
not understood, all day. L confess that,
knowing the state of his finances, and
knowing also-as l thought-somewhat
of the nature of Miss Whitworth, when
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