The age-herald., 1898-02-15
SOME STORYETTES
 OF THE STREET

The major told story the other day
 without referring to the war.
 That fellow Dearing," he said, "I have known ever since he was youngster. I remember when he started out for him. self. He had an unimportant place on one
 or the well-known dailies, but gradually worked up until his salary warranted him Into going in with a member of young
 bachelors who were keeping house to- gether In fashionable locality. They had the entree into the most exclusive cir cies or fashionable society. They gave de- lightful little dinners and after-the-theatre suppers. Dearing had won his way into popular favor and was getting to be talk ca about a good deal in the papers. He was typical club man, and was ab- solutely without fads. Just how he met Miss Dearing, don't remember. She was young widow, wealthy and with an eye to the future. She looked on the bright side of things and this reputation she had of banishing gloomy forebodings stood her in great need It covered up her appar- ently 1ippant attitude She took a fancy
 to Dearing and he had a great habit of dropping into see her off afternoons, at the hour she would come back from the women's teas. She was not anything of club woman. She did not care for poli- tics. She was always declaring that she was hopeessly without ambition
 Bearings attentions to her became the talk at his club. Her devotion to him was taken up by the women But the talk was put an end to suddenly by Dearing going
 to some foreign country as special cor respondent for his paper. He was absent
 for ana
 that he had severed his connection with
 the paper.
 His friends decided that the young
 widow knew of Dearing's plans. One day,
 however, the whole story got out She
 took 1t upon herself to go down and see
 one of the editors of Dearing's paper. It
 was to inquire about Dearing. 'I understand she said "that MT. Dear
 ing has left the paper, and there are some people who are unkind enough to say
 that he was fred" "
 Madam" the editor told her, q am not
 responsible for any thing that is said of MT. Dearing."
 "Do you know" she persisted,' if he is connected with any other paper?"
 Madam" he said, with wave of dis
 mssal. q shall have to refer you to the want columns
 The truth of the mater was that Dear ing was acting in accordance with a diplo- matic move of the paper.
 On her way down stairs, whom should she meet coming up but Dearing Her brougham was at the door and they en- tered it together. When Dearing came back to the office, he had the air of a man going to buy out a newspaper. You see," concluded the major, "she had told him that if the paper had fired him, she had made up her mind to buy
 up the stock and discharge the whole shootin' match.''
 There were three ladies coming out of a public building recently. It was raining. | The streets were in that condition known as sloppy" The ladies were umbrella 1 less. They looked up and down the | street for cabman. policeman or any | thing out of the ordinary. Down the street came two old darkies. Each had an umbrella. When they were in speaking l distance, one of the ladies said, T will | give one of you ten cents if you will let l me have your umbrella to the car" l The two looked at each other. They did I not seem to know how to take it. What's l dat she say?" one of them asked, You | want my par-y-sol?"
 "Only to the car, two blocks away" the l lady assured her. We will give you both l ten cents for the loan of your umbrellas. l You may come on behind us and get them | when me take the car.
 There was whispered consultation and l furtive glances, which resulted in the um- l brllas being handed over. The procession | started, the two old darkies tramping l along with the rain beating down upon | them. They had the same abandon that l they would have displayed under a blaz- l ing July sun. At the corner they waited l patiently until car came in sight. The reached out for their par-y-sols'. They assumed a very superior air. Their su- l premacy in the premises was not to be disputed, and yet there are pople who say | the war was failure | ANNIE KENDRICK WALKER. p0lNTE0 pAQACQApuC