The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1894-04-26
MY WEDDING G-RING.
By AMY RANDOLPH.

ct,,r and clear came the sound OF
q, rostman's whistle, cutting the
lid winter air like knife-blade. L
.,r.ed mn from the sofa, where L had
,,.D dreaming over the morning pa
With the CHEEKY crackle of the an
.oote fire close beside me, and the
,.ant of nv morning coffee streaming
r,stefullv up from the chased silver
oou;nage on the little round table.
Tbe bachelors mode of life is not
.ltocetber without its disadvantages,
after all.
nNrs Metcalfe," L called out, put
,Dc nv head over the stair-rail (which
hadn't been busted that morning;
boarding house stair-rails never do
rot dusted until noon,i if you have ever
observed it,, sis there anything for
met :,
An ominous silence. l knew as well
wif | was on the spot that the land
adv's daughter was reading my pos
hi cards. holding my letters up
between her eye and the light, and
ipdulging in other proceedings pecu-
liar to the genus "landlady's daugh-
Ter;
81 say" reiterated, throwing
little spice of evaporation into my ac-
snt 'Is there anything for me?'
Coming sir Coming!" and Miss
Ninda Metcalfe shutfied upstairs
Gh my correspondence on japanned
hoy.
"ls there any news?" said l, sarcas-
tcslly, as / took my letter, my two
postal cards and my newspaper.
"Sir?" said Miss Melinda.
81 didn't know but that you were
opening my mail" said 1, blandly.
"0h, sir, | shouldn't think of such
thing"
And Miss Melinda went down stairs
tossing her head like an enraged Shet-
land pony.
One card from my tailor, to notify
ne Of his change of business resi-
dence; one from Louis Durande, to
ell me that he could not keep a GER
tam sleighing engagement with me on
The boulevard, and letter from Percy
Wyncote, who had warmed his slip
lers at the same college fire with me,
thirty years ago.
Dear Belton," so his epistle ran,
lclam your congratulations. [ am
= be married next week to the sweet
Fst girl the sun ever shone on. There S
Farprlse number one for you. And
wish you'd go to Goldluck & Glitter
mans and get the wedding ring: size
AclOsed on bit of paper. There's
|uprise number two. Seriously old
|euOW, 1t will be doing me great
avor, for business matters here are
implicated in such way that / can
N hope to get down to New York a
y before the event. And, of course,
AloW that | can trust your taste and
agment equally with my own. Have
y words "Helen, 1894" engraved
'ne inside, and please send by ex-
Tess without delay.
Ever yours faithfully,
"PERoY WYNooTE.
r s'-sheis an angel!
r. T. s'-She has eyes exactly
As That famous print of the Beat
se oenci' by Guido, that you see in
the shop windows.
we'll said I to myself, laying
,'n my old chum's rapturous letter,
4'fes pretty commission for a
'eAelor An angel, is she? 1 don't
sneve she's any more angelic than
'uhne Brookes. But eyery man
INKS his own goose a swan. pity
spoor fellow, I'm sure; he's clearly
as'ate of glamour that makes him
everything Colour de rose. But
NOT one to desert friend at a
p-ll buy his miserable wedding
~ with all the pleasure in life"
% locked my desk, put on my
trimmed overcoat and went
''shlway to Goldluck & Glitter
lan's.
4ss was behind the counter. I
zones. I had bought a gold