St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-07-14
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BY s. BERESFOND.


into the sunny highroad with sih eA
nonsiva mental comment on the ways
of the semi-developed watering place.
Why should a hotel advertise as such
and then coolly request an expected
ernest TO renounce his room upon ar
rival and try his luck elsewhere be-
cause an influential party threatened
to leave if the new arrivals room
were not surrendered to the demands
of gout? Why should the new arrival
submit to bullying? Because he was
more Of a gentleman than the infiu-
entail party Why should the proprle-
tor permit such things? Because he
knew that there are occasions Where
it is a part Of wisdom to let the infiu-
entail party and the new arrival settle
matters between them? Why should
he not manage his hotel on more
elevated plane of justice? Because so
long as people continue to I'LL MS
rooms despite protests it was absurd
to worry. Moreover, the proprietor
was not wholly to blame. The lalssez
aller principle was indigenous 10 the
place-and so was he.
Deland accepted the inevitable and
took from his pocket the letter from
his crony, Bob Barnard, summonlng
him to this particularly seductive Sat
urday night hop.
I've a room engaged for you, put
come prepared for anything from the
soft side of a billiard table to the best
room in the house!
They've an odd way here of mixing
people and dates, and we may both be
high and dry at the last moment II
a feature of the place, which quite en-
al RI X-I11
it! If you are willing to hob-nob- with
the UNEXPECTED, l can at least promise
you a good floor, good music and good
partners Saturday night and deep sea
fishing Sunday. Yours, BOB
Judging from appearances Herbert
Deland was one of the last men on
earth fitted to risk billiard-table re-
pose or put up with the Bohemianisms
of a chance taker. He was tall, dig
nified and athletic. His costumes
were the essence of elegance and their
chief individuality lay in their pre-
serving this essence under all con-
ditions. Herbert couud have gone
through anything from Sunday
school picnic to a prize fight and come
out with a clean shirt. He had that
morning journeyed in summer regi-
mentals donned at short notice from
Manchester-by- the-Sea, by steam and
electricity, through sun and dust to
the threshold of the hotel that cast
him forth, yet now at high noon, from
the hatband to the shoestring, he
looked the picture of all that was cool,
serene and immaculate.
How he did it, as he invariably did,
was a. secret he revealed to none. His
department matched his costumes.
Never yet had his SAVIOR faire failed
him, even in the most trying circum-
stance. 1t chung to him as dust to
ordinary mortals.
He replaced the letter in his pocket.
He had arrived to find Bob, not eX-
pecting him so early, off on a forage
for hall decorations, and the infiuen-
tial party in possession. The proprie-
tor buttonholing him after the bat
tie, bathed him in cancellations. He
spoke SO rapidly that Bert had con-
slant expectation that the second word
would get out ahead OF. the first.
It's co bad, Mr.. Deland, I'm mighty
sorry, but it's no kind Of use arguing
with that old gentleman-hes like
bear with a sore head. I'll tell you
what to do. You just go over to the
Post cottage: Mrs. Postll put you up
first-rate; feed you well, too you
won't mind a lot of women. Just go
back down the lane and turn to the
right, and keep right on till you see
a brown house with an apple tree in
the front yard, and seat. Any one'n
direct you. All right there"
He vanished, and hence Deland on
the highroad moralizing and keeping a
sharp outlook for apple trees and rus
tic seats. He recognized his destina-
ton several rods before he reached it
"a demure-looihing little house, scant
in piazza, rich in flowers and diSnified
by sundry outbui!dings, annexes,
barns, etc, in the rear. The apple
tree stood in the center of a lawn or
front yard where the grass ran riot,
and the rustic seat was a very long
Sunday school settee. But whatever
the furnishings, natures scenic effects
We're Incompatible in the noon SPAR
kle of sun, sky, sea, and the dramatis
personae, a man and a girl, were slim
ulating the foreground with a spicy
dialogue-their backs turned to the
road.
The girl sat in the center of the i'm
mense settee, the man occupied a part
of the wooden seat which encircled
the tree trunk. Bert had just noted that
the girls hair was a pretty shade of
brown, and her head artistically set
on her shoulders. when these words
fell on his ear:
"Well, am I to go into the best shoe
store in town, demand a pair of ladies'
rubbers, and when asked the size adj
NIT meekly that 1 don't know? They'll
have me in for lunacyi What was the
number of the other pair?"
But 1 tell you the others were a
size and a half too big, Horace! That's
why they fell off. They're up in the
bog, still, reckon, If you want to be
sureH' The voice was sweet and
pitched low, and the ripple of laughter
in it altogether infectious, Deland
slackened his pace as it added:
go along now, and don't tease, or
you'll be late for dinner. I told you
the size once, and I'm sensitive about
its being known all over the placer
She bent down.
You can't manage that without a
shoehorn," remarked her companion.
Here, let me-
Yes, L can! Please leave it alone.
Thank you kindly, L don't need-O