Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-03-22
Isodora Byrne.
10 Bertram.
Irene Boswell.

Isodora Byrne.
10 Bertram. -..... .4..
Irene Boswell. -
was pleased. | rather liked the
names and drew lots again to decide
which should visit first. 1t was Inez.
| was pleased again. 1t was my favorite
name, and Miss Butler lived in an aris-
tocratic quarter of the city. She was a
Beacon Hill young lady. | decided that
she must be beautiful and accomplished;
in fact, before went to sleep almost
fell in love with her in advance. And
my dreams? don't believe in psychol-
ogy or psychic frances, but my dreams
that night likened more to the actual
| than any l had ever experienced. Yes,
was at Miss Buffers home. She was
my ideal of female loveliness, and she
loved me. l was in a kind of paradise;
we were to be married; | was assured
that she was the real |. B.. everything
was CONNIE il fault, and was Just
about to strain her in my arms when the
sh1ill voice of the ckambermaid cried:
Seven o'clock, sir
Twas all dream. And woke up
with sigh, and | swore inwardly
tudI ludl EdIllSuIoA SAdLlUS1 uldlu
should never get tip if | knew it.
wanted to feel just how it felt to have
Inez in my arms for moment, and that
COMPOUNDED maid interrupted us.
Honestly, believe l was losing my
senses over this mysterious |. B., and
was goaded to desperation when a gig
Cling waiter brought me a morning pa
per containing a satirlcal account of
Mr.. Patton Beauty Show" couldn't
stand it. Everybody was looking at me.
l ate my breakfast, asked for my bill
and at once took my baggage to a private
hotel, where | engaged rooms.
At 2 o'clock | hired hanson and
drove to her number on - street. No,
Miss Inez Butler was not in, but Mrs.
Butler was at home. Would please to
come in? | went in. | wished to heaven
hadn't. An athletic looking lady in
troduced herself as Mrs. Butler, and be-
fore could utter word she said:
How dare you, you contemplate
scoundrel!'
Ny articulation was knocked eff it's
feet. Her eyes flashed like angry light
ming. | almost wished had on a rub
Der coat or some other style of noncon-
1uctor. But presently wished l had
IN something thicker, for before I had
time to devise some mode of entrance
into the conversation a cowhide whip
was encircling my legs-worse than 10,-
900 flashes from her lightning eyes.
1 turned to run and stumbled head
long into the arms cf-of Inez. Yes, it
was the Inez of my dream, and that
part of it which the cham bermaid had
interrupted was now being performed
in most undignited fashion.
Mother, what on earth is the mat
ter?' was the first utterance of this love-
" Airl after had eXtricated myself from
her friendly but uninteptional embrace.
The old lady became calmer and ex-
planned how she had gone to the Palmer
House on the previous day lin answer
to the advertisement of this scoundrel,'
and how her dignity was trampled I'M
der foot by my i'll mannered reception of
her, etc. But by this time had discov-
cred my tongue again, and l said, look
ing beseechingly at the younger lady:
Twill you please allow me to ex-
plain, Mrs. Butler? l assure you that
all that trouble and confusion yesterday
was caused not by me, but by the i'll
temper of the hotel manager.
And in little while all remembrance
of our unpleasantness was forgotten,
and had implanted myself i'll Mrs.
Buffers good graces She became very
interested in the story of Miss Cullom's
will, but she had never heard of the
Id 70
And did. And after dinner we had
music and singing and spentla very en-
1oyable evening Notwithstanding our
peculiar introduction.
During the evening discovered from
Mrs. Butler that the young lady was
only her adopted daughter, and that her
name was Juliet This was blow to
my dream vision. l was strangely
drawn toward the young lady, nor did
she seem to repel my attention. But it
must not be, and when took my leave,
although promised to call soon again, !
hadn't the faintest intention Of doing so.
My reception at the homes of the next
80 ladies called upon was invariably
disagreeable. | was becoming down
hearted and morose. My friends whis
pered that my mind was unbalanced.
In truth, l felt that this COMPOUNDED
mystery would drive me mad.
In despair called again and again
on the Buffers, and finally Juliet and l
avowed to each other that not even
Miss Cullom's millions could prevent
our mutual love. We became engaged.
It was now running on toward April,
and one day received message from
Mr.. Dustie that he desired to see me.
"Well, sir, how goes the search3"
was his first question.
told him that almost despaired OF
finding the young lady in question.
MY dear sir, said he, faint heart
never won fair lady"
That's all very we'll, replied. IF
you can find the girl, I'll guarantee to
win her.
but, tell me-" asked the lawyer,
haven't you managed to fall in love
with any one of your GOT beautiesf'
] felt my cheeks redden as l replied,
mo, sir, not one of the 6O7."
"You are sly dog, Patton. You're
in love. Anybody can tell it. Come,
out with it. Hang it, man, I'm your
friend whatever happens''