The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-09-26

have been, for he rather blamed Provi-
dence for having failed to place him ON
the supreme bench at 30.
Accidentally his eye rested ON the
polished oak cover of his typewriter in
the corner, and he smiled bitterly at the
associations conjnred up by that imple-
ment of modern correspondence. Well
he remembered a certain morning in
early June when Miss Monroe took it
into her capricious head to visit him at
his palatial quarters-as he had repre-
sented them to her in order to keep pace
with the plutocratic Messersohmidt. AS
ususal, that worthy was tagging placid
ly at her side. M
Mr.. Trott shuddered with RETROSPECT
tive horror as he thought of the hideous
catastrophe of that visit and pictured
the scene before him. There was Alice,
as blooming and richly handsome as
Jacqueminot rose, radiating delicate
perfume, like the flower itself, which
fairly intoxicated the young lawyer.
The complaisant and phlegmatic Messer-
schmidt near by Wore his usual smile of
vacant urbanity, but in his small gray
eyes shone the light of demoniacal
triumph, and as he watched Alice sweep
the office with her keen eyes and gather
in every shabby detail of the office, from
the bare floor to the dilapidated desks,
he visibly exulted at the disgust in her
countenanoe. Then she spoke. She had
just dropped in to pay her respects as
she passed the building. She was de-
lighted to find his quarters so very COM
Portable lookingl Then Messerschmidt
shifted at the atmosphere like war
horse that scents the aroma of battle
afar. Unerringly those little gray eyes
fastened upon the cover of Mr.. Trott's
typewriter.
"What make of typewriter do you
prefer, Mr. Trott?" asked Mr. Messer-
schmidt, innocently raising the cover
and disclosing-not a typewriter. but
the meager and unsightly remains of
some corned beef and cabbage, ON which
Mr.. Trott had been dining.
That had been five years ago. and Mr..
Trott had not tasted a dish of corned beef
and cabbage since. The odor of that
barbarous mixture used thereafter to
make him both sick at the stomach and
sick at heart-he, who had once been so
fond of It'll
Messerschmidt married her that fall,
but Mr.. Trott had never called upon
them since the event
Suddenly he threw his cigar from
him and exclaimed:
''Hang It'll What do / care? I'll hunt
her up and call for the sole purpose of
showing her that
His vehemence came to an abrupt
stop. He started erect and listened like
man transfixed to the sound of soft,
anxious voice in the other Office that was
inquiring:
lis this lawyer Officer
Eyes, madam, :" returned Mr.. Trott's
partner affably. "What can we do for
your"
81 wish to get q divorce" said a
voice, more timidly still and trembling
on the verge of tears. my husband is
a wretch -
Mr.. Trott interrupted the speech, ra-
diant, precipitate, his voice vibrating
with unmistakable joy.
"Alicep' he cried as he opened the
door with rush.
The young lady rose in establishment
at the figure before her.
us it possible?' she faltered.
He took her hand and drew her inside
his office with gentle force, leaving his
mystified partner staring speeohlessly at
the vacated seat.
"What has he been doing to you,
Alice?' cried Mr.. Trott, holding her
hand and looking as vindictive as Cor
sican.
"He's been deserving me-, she said.
"What, that harmless looking, moon
faced idiotP
"Was horrid, despicable scoun-
drelp' retorted Mrs. Messerschmidt,
with appropriate tact.
And then, while Mr.. Trott listened
and held her hand, she poured forth a
tale of such heartrending cruelty that
he wept Also
Ibid you ever hear anything like it,
Wilber?" she asked appealingly, con-
tracing his name as she used to do
when he had pleased her.
Mr.. Trott replied with an impulsive
embrace and an unexpected kiss.
"But am Mrs. Messerschmidtl" she
exclaimed in demure alarm, drawing
from him.
''Thats sor' said Mr.. Trott soberly.
1.-THE disability will have to be removed
before prior courtship can be reinstat-
ed-aheml By the way, Alice, have
you seen my new typewriter" uncov-
ering the machine with mischievous
grin. what do you think of it?''
sit doesn't look as palatable as the
old one, WILDER, she said, laughing and
drying her tears.
"But it ism nearly as embarrassing, !"
he returned. your petition for ahso-
Lutte divorce shall be prepared upon it,
without alimony-for wouldn't touch
q cent of his oleaginous money con-
found himH
Just as you say. Wilber, she said
resignedly, dropping her eyes, with a
blush.
And Mr.. Trott's partner in the outer
Office took his eye from the keyhole and
observed contentedly:
'Pissness is poomingH - Julius
Wedekind in Pittsburg Dispatch.
Poll Gives Warning.
One Of Uncle Sans most faithful
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