Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-10-15
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ususal. that worthy was tagging placid ly at her side
 Mir. Trott shuddered with retrospec- 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 0 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 a 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 countenance. 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 corl- fortable looking! Then Messerschmidt sniffed at the atmosphere like a war horse that scents the aroma of battle afar. Unerringly those little gray eyes fastened upon the cover of MT. Trott's typewriter.
 '.What make of typewriter do you prefer, Mir Trott?'' asked MT. 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 MT. Trott had been dining.
 That had been five years ago, and Mfr. Trott had not tasted dish of curned 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!
 Messerschmidt married her that fall, but Mir. Trott had never called upon them since tho event.
 Suddenly he threw his cigar from him and exclaimed:
 Hang it! 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 a man transfixed to the sound of soft, anxious voice in the other office that was inquiring:
 ''Is this a lawyers office?''
 LtNuIhttA MI 4EOll . partner affably. What can we do for you:''
 II wish to get a divorce" said a voice, more timidly still and trembling on the verge of tears. My husband is a wretch"-
 MT. Trott interrupted the speech, ra- diant, precipitate. his voice vibrating with unmistakable joy.
 "Alice" he cried as he opened the door with rush.
 The young lady rose in astonishment at the figure before her.
 ''Is it possible?'' she faltered.
 He took her hand and drew her inside his office with gentle force, leaving his mystified partner staring speechlessly at the vacated seat.
 ''What has he been doing to you, Alice?" cried Mir. TrOtt, holding her hand and locking as vindictive as Cor sican.
 Hes been deserting me, :" she said.
 What, that harmless looking, moon faced idiot!'
 Was horrid, despicable scoun- drel"' retorted Mrs Messerschmidt with appropriate tact.
 And then, while Mir. Trott listened and held her hand, she poured forth a tale of such heartrcnding cruelty that he wCpt also.
 Did you ever hear anything like il, Wilber:" she asked appealiDgly, con tracting his name as she used to do when he had pleased her.
 Mir. Trott replied with an impulsive embrace and an unexpected kiss.
 But I am Mrs. Messerschmidt!" she exclaimed in demure alarm, drawing from him.
 That's SOL" said MT. Trott soberly. The disability will have to be removed before a prior courtship can be reinstaI ed-ahem! By the way, Alice, have you seen my new typewriter:' uncov- ering the machine with a mischievous grin. What do you think of it:'' ''It doesn't look as palatable as the old one, Wilber, she said, laughing and drying her tears.
 But it ism | nearly as embarrassing. '' he returned. Your petition for abso- lute divorce shall be prepared upon it. without alimony-for I wouldn't touch a cent of his oleaginous money, con- found him."
 Just as you say. Wilber, she said resignedly. dropping her eyes, with a blush.
 And Mir. Trott's partner i'll the outer office took his eye from the keyhole ard observed contentedly:
 'Pissness is pooming"' - Julius Wedekind in Pittsburg Dispatch.