Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1898-09-08
Pyias much better things than tAs
Poke to her a. he did.

John Horton was an honorable feL
low, and the last to take advantage
OF anybody, particularly a poor girl
with pretty face. Yet he knew that
there were men about town, usually
fwell-dressed ones. who were respon-
slhle for many pretty girls ruin.
The thought of this finally checked
him. He concluded i. was time for
him to go, so saying that he might
be in again before leaving the city,
he, with his friend. walked on,
1t was easy for Walter to see a
change in Johns appearance. Had
he fallen in love with this pretty shop
glrl?" thought his friend. 1t certain
" looked that way, but she would
probably pass away from his mind
and be only like glimpses of forgot
ten dreams.
Walter waited for John to say
something, but he was as dumb as an
oyster, When they REACHED the side
walk Walter limited to the effect that
he thought this little girl had made
quite an impression upon him.
John was poetical and given to sem
timent. He probably gave expression
to the thoughts running through his
mind when he replied to his friends
conjecture, when he quoted these
lines with all the solemnity in the
world:
Full many a gem of purest ray Sc
rene
The dark unfathomd caves Of
ocean bear;
Full many flower is born to blush
unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the des-
ert air.
Nothing more was said until they
reached their hotel.
John Horton was desperately In
love with the pretty shop girl. He
did not say so, but Walter Grace was
not blind, and John Horton, quiet az
he was, could not conceal his
thoughts.
They had entered their room, but
just why they went there at that time
is not quite certain, for Z was early
IN the day. "rhis quiet will have to
break" thought Walter, who had not
come to New York to have poetical
dirges, however beautiful, rung into
his ears by his friend. who had so
suddenly become embued with
thoughts which could find no lam
guage but that borrowed from the
writers of the past to give it life. But
this sort Of thing could not last long.
The wedding which they had come 10
New York to attend was to take place
the next morning, and this incident
would scarcely tend to remove the
shop girl from John Horizons mind.
Did she think Of the young man who
gave her the violets and told her she
was the prettiest valentine in the
store? Could she dream of the effect
she had made upon him?
ct think you have fallen in love
with that girl Walter finally said.
The Sphinx was about to speak.
u have" was all he said.
This frankness on his part was
manly. She was only poor shop
girl, while he was man of good
standing and well known in Boston
as member of one of the honorab BILE
professions. These things doubtless
ran through his mind, yet why should
he push back the arrow with which
Cupid had so suddenly pierced his
heart.
1t might have been friendly SER
vice for Walter TO have endeavored
to dispel this illusion and advise him
against thinking seriously of her, but
he didn't care to risk wounding his
feelings, believing that this was
matter which he ought to work out
for himself.
John awakened from his dream
again and said that he wished he
knew her name so that he might drop
her few lines in which he could ex-
press his desire to see her. He knew
OF youhg man who used to meet
a young woman whom he loved, and,
being forbidden entrance to her
home by parental authority, met her
hired hack, and gave
the driver rowing commission to
drive about the city for about three
hours. they doing their counting in
mack with curtains drawn as II on
their way to funeral. This GER
tainly was novel, though expensive,
at so much an hour II he
could only do this and thus have her
by his side for few hours! Love will
find a way, and the knocking at his
heart must be answered.
John proposed seeing her again
hat day, and asked Walter II he
would excuse him. OF course Walter
would excuse him, but le made him
promise to repeat everything that
anspired, and above Az not to make
| fool of himself. So they left, agree
ng TO meet late that night at the
lotel.
Walter went TO the iheater to see
The Little Minister" He could not
,ut help thinking of his friend and
how he was making out,
md the story Of the play with the
minister falling in love with Babbie,
disguised as an Egyptian, but in re-
liiy the daughter Of lord OF Scot
and, kept the matter ever fresh be-
ore him Rut This WYs "A stape Dip-