Connecticut western news., 1895-05-09


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 As his mind dwelt on that scene MT. Trott's visage lost some of it's tranquil contentment on this morning as he sat in the office, dreaming of what might have been, for he rather blamed Provi- dence for having failed to place him on the supreme bench at 28.
 Accidentally his eye rested on the polished oak cover of his typewriter in the corner, and he smiled bitterly at the associations conjured up by that imple- ment of modern correspondence. We'll he remembered 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 Messerschmidt. As ususal, that worthy was tagging placid ly at her side.
 Mr. Trott shuddered with retrospeo- 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 g. 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 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 com fortable lookingl Then Messerschmidt sniffed at the atmosphere like 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, MT. 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 Mir. Trott had not tasted 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! Messerschmidt married her that fall, but MT. Trott had never called upon them since the event .- | Suddenly he threw his cigar from him and exclaimed:
 Hang itl 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 transfxed to the sound of soft, anxious voice in the other office that was inquiring:
 ''Is this lawyers officer" | "Yes, madam, :" returned MT. Trott' s partner affably. "What can we do for you?" .E.. r.-- ..... ....
 1T wish to get divorce,'' said a voice, more timidly still and trembling on the verge of tears. My husband is 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 starring speechlessly at the vacated seat.
 "What has he been doing to you, Ahce?" cried MT. Trott, holding her I hand and lookingas vindictive as Cor sican.
 "He'sbeen deserting me, !" she said
 "What, that harmless looking, moon faced idiotp'
 "Was a horrid, despicable scoun- drelp' retorted Mrs. Messerschmidt, with appropriate tact.
 And then, while Mir Trott listened and held her hand, she poured forth a tale of such heartrending cruelty that he wept also.
 aDid you ever hear anything like it, Wilber?'' she asked appealingly, con tracting his name as she used to dc when he had pleased her.
 Mr. Trott replied with an impulsive embrace and an unexpected kiss.
 But I am Mrs. Messerschmidtp' she exclaimed in demure alarm, drawing from him.
 That's sop said Mr. Trott soberly ''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 mischievou grin. "What do you think of it?'
 'It doesn't look as palatable as tn, old one, Wilber," she said, laughing ana 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 wouldn't toucl cent of his oleaginous money, con found himP'
 Just as you say, Wilber," she sai' resignedly, dropping her eyes, with blush.
 And MT. Trott's partner in the oute office took his eye from the keyhole ant observed contentedly:
 "Pissness is poomingp - Juliu , Wedekind in Pittsburg Dispatch. Silver Street.