The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-02-28

10 encompass her ana give me an lntrO-
| duction
| ANY yourg man thus held of from an
acquaintance be enthusiastically desires
| naturally begins to invest the lady of his
thought with every charm possible 10 tho
sex. So it was. / had but TO catch a
| glimpse Of Angelica in any part of the
building, on the veranda or on the street
| to immediately pass into state Of trance
| -obliyious to all persons and things save
| that one golden haired maid whom I did
| not know.
Now, it's long lane that hasn't turn,
| and it's an Iii wind that doesn't blow
| somebody good My lane soon had turn.
/ an abrupt one, and a most peculiar and
| embarrassing breeze blew me an .ntroduc-
ton to this woman of my day dreams.
| this vision that had become a nocturnal at
| tendant, this being who blinded me &c ell
beauty and brightness save that within
| and about her own incompatible self.
That the reader may better comprehend
| the situation am about to present twill
| be necessary for me 10 describe this private
| hotel where Angelica caught me in the
/ tolls, in the WEB where was as helplessly
entangled as the buzzing fly in the wary
! spiders corner network.
| The hotel was a row of handsome stone
buildings constructed originally for pri-
vate homes. The owner, not finding his
| investment lucrative, conceived the idea
of uniting them all in a family hotel. Ia
the execution of this plan doors were cut
through the Railways, and thus the houses
were Joined. They were then furnished
alike throughout This was sometimes
confusing to the patrons of the hotel, so
much so that it was daily occurrence to
find occupants of No. going up the stairs
to No. 2, No. 2 on the stairway OF No 3,
and SO on. Now, this was what happened
to me- Returning from business one even
ing, engaged in conversation with a friend
right up to the door of the hotel, inserted
my latchkey. entered and mounted the
stairs to, as / supposed, my own door.
Boiling in as a man does, for most of US
have not got rid of the savage tolerance
of noise, who should / find standing BE-
fore me but my morning star, my evening
star, my north star, the fair creature
whom / would not thus have offended even
for a sight of all the beauty that then and
there ravished my senses. Yes, had got
into my lady's chamber, and so daZed was
/ that l did not know how TO get out, but
stood like lovelorn fool, saying over and
over again: ''Why, I'm in the wrong room.
I'm certainly in the wrong room.
Angelica was not in complete toilet,
but Just far enough from it To present the
alluring picture single men are not often
favored with unless they chance to live at
home and have young lady sisters. l can 0
describe her makeup. for men are poor at
detail when it comes to feminine apparel.
All I can say is ] saw white garments,
lace, tucks, ruffies, puffs, etc, and inside
of them graceful personality OF flesh and
! bone, with arms OutStretched IN the ar
rangement of long, coiled mass of shin
ing, wavy hair. I saw a neck that was a
fit resting place for loves own hand or
cheek. ] saw tapering waist, shoulders
like alabaster and then saw face sui
fused with bushes as it's owner sprang to
conceal herself behind a screen, shrieking
in frenzy Of maidenly dclicacy and mod
esty:
Heavens! I should think you are in
the wrong roomr'
Ican't explain how survived the shock,
with all its ecstasy and modification, but
did, saying stupidity, well, l should say
so!''
I sneaked at terrific speed down the
stairs and swung on to No. 4, where my
suit was located BY the time / got TO my
room cold perspira-ion was standing all
over me- Then followed a reaction, which
left mo so weak dropped on my lounge,
panting for breath. What could l do to
atone for my carelessness? What ought I
to do? If the fellows of my set had been
near enough / would have called the
whole crowd in consultation. ] was over
whelIned with shame and could scarcely
command self control to dress for dinner.
But / knew Angelica would see me now
If she never saw me before, so ran first 20
nv chiffonier, then to my Washstand, then
TO my mirror, before which I laid the fin
est touches which hand and taste could
give But what could l expect from
modest girl whom had submerged in en-
harrassment? Would / stand IN a good
light to approach her with apologies? No.
That would never do. OvertureS IL MAIDS
ut all must be TO her mother
Miss Angelica did not appear at dinner,
to my sad disappointment. After the meal
T sent my card 10 Mrs. .Iudson, with a
message that / would detain her but
| briefly believed that my appearance and
general bearing would commend me TO the
/ old lady, and here again put forth a SUI
| perhuman effort in order to prove my i'll
Eocence and regret for rushing into that
| hallowed quarter.
| The first tones OF Dame Judson's voice
were as oil Oh troubled waters They were
/ as sweet rs Angelika's countenance.
| Figuratively l Frustrated myself before
| the white capped ma.ron and was Instant
| " pardoped. She Informed me that she
| had made a similar mistake by rushing
! into the parsons room just as he was ad-
! justing his wig the evening before. After
/ my apology was concluded and accepted
! Mrs. Judson and fell into little pleas
! ant conversation. and il was developed
that she and my nothe. had been class
mates and friends in their girlhood.
Lucky dogt' l exclaimed inwardly.
s'If the old folks have been friends. the
young folks may very properly continue
and strengthen the bond, " and just man
! aged that interview with diplomacy that
! brought me an invitation TO call on Mrs.
I Judson and her daughter at once. Angel
| ika and / met. she blushed. / blundered.
! Now the reader mustn't ask to accompany
me any further ''Two's company; threes
! q crowd The relations between Miss
/ Angeiiks and myself soon assumed ma
tUre that could dispense with outsiders
lockers on or listeners-and were followed
! by a ceremony that brings those beautiful
white arms about my neck when l enter
! her room instead of driving them behind
. screen 10 hide. This is the sequel Of the
story. The moral is, mistakes and mis-
steps often lead the way 70 cesS-Cin-
1 cinnati Post
Taken From Real Life.
Briggs-Old man, what is the proper
way TO leave drawing room: