St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1895-02-09
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fheir Nenory CanAe 'Back 10 .Jos- n
sss~Dpaa1- After the kApss. of Yearass s
They boarded a Broadway car inst q.
the theaters were out The little wo
man carried her .programine rcarcfnll,
ind tenderly. She was gotten up in .
etyle Of fifteen yearsago, with here ant
there i dash of the prevailing mode
showing in her e0stume-. Her jewelry
was old fashioned. but it was most BE-
coming to the animated face. The lit.
tie. tired. carew6rn eyes gazed st the
big man beside her anxiously. ~ ST
There was one other person in the
party-a woman of thirty-five surely
but she soon lost Herself in reading the
glaring embellishments.
The ear, w2s not full: the few pas
te1geHa were = large male majority and
they were ar sleepy. The little old
{dshfoncd W6silAn hooked nervously 81
|eaees, s1d S4hsna 1ninQ TO the man
said: Mr.. Denver, do You remember
the good times we used to have going
to the theater together long ago?r And
into the eyes Of the woman there
passed q, look Of wistfulness intense.
Miss Daisy, never think Of past
pleasures, the present has been enough
for me for the last fourteen years. ever
since went west poor man."
There was glimmcr Of loveliness In
the woman's eyes as she heard this
name. There was look of intense
weariness on the face of her woman
companion rs she, continued to read
over and over the .inju1ctions TO buy
wide Opens" hooks and eyes; 'Fos-
sil's- bloom of youth and .'Hirsute's
gray hair restorer. but never once did
she downcast her eyes gs
She was a model chaperon.
Then the western fever got the best
of Mr.. Denver and he began to talk of
his money, how he made it and what
he should do with it.
II am sorry You are 50 rich. Joe. .
Game in meek accents from her whom
he had called Miss Daisy. "You will
not care to come and see us now, You
will forget u" ast ahE
Then Joe tugged At his mustache-
he made . great pull at the stubble and
began to chew the ends Joe" was
forgetting his. philosophy and wa.
plainly : disturbed. LIE thought with
wrinkled brows for q moment. then
blurted out as bashful schoolboy
might: s'You don't want me to come So
often, Daisy. do your sa s,-s f.,
There was no answer, just a look in.
to each others eyes, and the conductor
bawled '.Fifty-ninth street. allaout9'
On the pavement, ygith ~three transfers
in his hand, Joe" spied m open car
bearing the legend, Amsterdam ave-
nue."
Lets get in this, said he. ~. ssr
''wo ought to go up. Columbus ave.
nue." said Daisy.
"The back seat of that carr wa.
Joe's emphatic order. and the three
piled in, and what if Joe's arm did &C
more than half way round the back OF
Miss Daisy.
She leaned back and said, ';Joe, this
in, indeed, like. old timca." .t,~
1T win be- better than old times,s'
said Joe. and he looked straight Mt the
little old-fashioned woman and then
leaned back and laughed.
The companion, she of the tireless
residing Of advertising signs, turned
round her head from the first seat in
the car and, motioning the conductor,
had the car stopped. As they got out
Daisy took hold Of Joe's arm in man.
ner that spoke volumes, and Joe-well,
his head was held more erect, and he
had presence Of mind to turn around
to the dsmnre chaperon and say: r-f
Its pleasant night. isn't it?s,-N.