The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1895-06-22

The obese "soop" folded up the
letter, gruntcd a grunt of mingled
satisfaction and disappointment, and
turned his attention to the delicate
refreshments which were now spread
before him. He had lost enough in
last nights poker game to pay that
freight bill. But his credit was still
good-and ne crunched his steak and
toast, while the slanting rays of
retiring sun shone in at the open
window and the youthful lungtester
cried from the street in sonorous
strains, ''Here's yer Evening Wind.
bag"
But the gay old Slighduck had
girl, who resided in one of the pala-
tial residences of Hlghfigh. Sweet
and accomplished, she was one of the
400, and had seen much of culture,
gaiety and refinement. She was
gifted with rare common sense, and
occupied her position in society not
only by virtue Of her birth, being the
daughter of the wealthy and infuen-
tial Colonel Heapstuff, but also by
her noble womanly grace and studied
accomplishments. She was a model
in all points that mark the preemi-
nent in ladyhood. a beautiful
blonde, Of proud English extraction,
she was acknowledged the first
among all the ladies of Highhigh.
On this particular evening the post
man left letter at this house, which
servant straightway brought to the
young lady. She read it while seat
ed upon billowy tete a tete in her
own boudoir. AS the friendship be-
tween the correspondents was quite
cordial, it would not be considered in
good taste to tell all that was con-
tanned in the precious missive. For
the public, except between princes
and potentates, cares naught for the
vicissitudes of love. The lady's
heart beat high, and her crimson lips
bore deeper hue as she opened the
perfumed leaflets. She noticed that
the crocus and narcssus beds beneath
the bay window were already full of
full of vigorous tufts Of green,
and that here and there tiny
bud, the inceptive flower hung
it's head as if in silent repose
for the night. The sun was setting,
and Highhigh was just getting ready
to enter that hilarious state of her
existence when pleasures run riot
pleasures which mock the daylight,
and many of which revel best when
there is no light at all The double
force of night police was going on
duty, and soon the masqueIader, the
reveler, the thug, the burglar and
the sandbagger could emerge from
their several retreats. The Saliva
ton army would march the streets,
and the places of amusements Of
every description would be running
in full blast. She read:
Jayville, April 10, 1876.
Darling Gladys Heapstuff:
| am fairly established
in my business here and am doing
well. think before two years have
rolled around | can be Independent.
| am sorry we must thus be separ-
ated, but the hopes of tomorrow
ever remind me of the words of that
beautiful stanza:
Even as rivulets twain, from distant and
| separate sources.
| Seeing each other afar. as they leap from the
rocks, and pursuing
Each one its devious path but drawing nearer
and nearer
Rush together at last and each is lost in the
other
So may our lives be directed by
the affinity of love, and our sacred
plans for the future reach their jov-
Gus consummatlon. | trust your bro
ther may be eminently successful
in his venture with the "Wildest
West Show"
From your darling,
p. Q. Slighduck.
She read the missive again and
again. There was more written
than | have furnished. But as ] said
before, the public cares not for pri-
vate love affairs, preferring rather to
remain ignorant of facts, thus lend
ing the more latitude to fancies and
idle suppositions. Miss IIeapstufI
saw more in the letter than any of us
can see. She had admirers by the
score but here was exactly her style,
her ideal, and it matters not why, or
or whether there were any why.
Women never need why, and most
women would rather not have one.