The suburban citizen., 1900-03-03

VSssNli s~aAaaloa, Qsll
-'-'''-' Eyes, in love,
confound itw
"Oh, how Interestingly" exclaimed
my wife dropping her magazine and
looking up at my friend and myself,
whom she had always previously de-
clared to be the most uninteresting
when we got together over our pipes.
"It is not very pleasant for me,
muttered Swasb. He was greatly en-
barrassed aud fixed his eyes pensiyely
on the floor
"What is her name?' I asked.
81 don't know" he answered
brusquely.
''Where does she live?" ventured
my wife
Don't know that"
''Where did you meet her?" said !.
Cant tell that either, DockboY,
Don't think me disagreeablo. If 1
could J. would gladly answer your
questions. Indeed, I wish that was
able to"
Your case is truly a strange one.
I said. SIS this young woman purely
an ideal, a mental creature of your
own? You have been melancholy
enough of late to have been signing
for something more material "
"She is not mere creation of my
imagination" replied the lieutenant
solemnly. "She exists-where 1 don't
know. 1 saw her once great way
OFF, and she realized all my ideals of
the woman I would make Mrs. Swash.
And when saw her, for an instant
though it was, I cried to myself:
Here, Swash, is the woman you have
dreamed Of all these years. That soft,
intellectual face, those soulful eyes,
they belong to the woman you have
been waiting for Then she was
gone, from where and whittier 1 don't
know, for I can't tell where 1 saw
her"
Swash senta beautiful ring of smoke
circling upward toward the ceiling,
and on it he fixed his eyes, watching
1t as it swung away into the air, be-
came thinner and thinner and finally
disappeared and where it had been
he kept his gaze fixed so that it seemed
that he was looking off into space, I'M
conscious of our presence. Ny wife
glanced meaning.y at me, as though
she suspected that our visitors mind
was either permanently or temporarily
deranged.
'Your case is really most remark
able" said. Explain. Don't sur
round yourself with such an air Of
mystery. It would relieve you to con-
ide your troubles in us. Perhaps
we could help you"
eyes, indeed, cried my wife en-
Enthusiastically. Perhaps we can help
you"
"Ah, yes. Where did leave of?
Perhaps you cau-indeed, yes"
Perhaps we can assist you," / re-
peated.
81 think not, Dockboy," he said,
having recovered himself "For my
case is truely remarkable. / have
swept the skies with a telescope and
cannot find her, have walked the
streets day and night, acrutinizing
thousands Of windows, and still have
not a trace OF her. You see, [ saw
her under the most peculiar circum-
stances, but see her / did, and lost
my heart. From q satisfied bachelor
Of fifty have been metamorphosed
into a loyelorn, disappointed, un-
happy can't get word to fit my
| case.
"Your use Of a telescope is queer,
interrupted. Il have suspected all
along that you saw her in the skies.
you have guessed my secret" he
said mourufully. "It happened that
one night about a month ago | was
walking down Broadway on the way
home to my boarding-house," con-
tinued my friend. "It seems to me
that had been up here to see you
At Fortieth street, as ill luck would
| have it, / ran across one OF those
| itinerant astronomers who had set up
a telescope on the pavement and hung
out a small sign calling attention TO
| the fact that Saturn and it's rings
could be seen for five cents. Busi-
ness looked dull and kind of pitied
| the poor fellow. il had never been
my fortune to gaze at Saturn aud
her rings, 80 stepped up, gave him
q nickel and fixed ray eyes on the end
Of the instrument At first all was
blockuegs. u can't see any rings,
sGid 7. The lens is not adjusted
| replied the astronomer. And with
that he began to turn lot Of screws
The blackness gave way 10 a hazy,
gray light that suspected was from
a theatre across the street, but said
nothing aud strained my optic nerve