Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1901-10-05

were upon me.
every pretty name" simpered Jones,
as he wrote down the order. ANY par
ticular style
Simple and solid" said 1; that's
ALL"
Yes, sir. 1t shall be attended to at
once. Shall l send it to your residence,
Or"
Pardon me, Mr.. Belton," cried Mr..
Silverman, who had overheard a por-
ton of our colloquay, but If it wouldn't
be taking a liberty, might l inquire
whether you intend to keep house or
take apartments?"
WHAT" CALCULATED l.
ITO keep house or take apartments?"
reiterated Mr.. Silverman. Because in
the former case we should esteem it n
favor to supply the silver and table
ware"
| muttered some not particularly COM
plimentary answer, and went out of the
shop, closing the door behind me with
some emphasis.
Going to be married, eh, old chap"
said Bill West, stock broker, famil-
iarly thrusting his elbow into my side,
as l strolled into Gattis for my lunch
that day.
Nor said 1, taking up the bill of
fare.
"Oh, come, don't deny the soft i'm
parchment" said West, with a wink.
What has put such an idea as that
into your head| demanded l, some
what Indignantly.
and her names Helen" said West,
with an idiotic giggIe. Waiter, half
bottle of Mumm! Let's drink her health,
Bolton. when
Old Mr.. Jessup was trotting across
Hyde Park when l unexpectedly came
face to face with him.
"Hello! said Mr.. Jessup, turning
upon me the moony glare Of two spec
tacled eyes. Whats this hear about
you my dear young friend? Accept my
congratulations. Matrimony is always
blessed condition, and"
"Oh, yes, l don't doubt It," / hur-
riedly interrupted, ''but-a-there's
some mistake about tt
Miss, what did you say?" said old
Mr.. Jessup beamingly. "Call round this
evening and tell us all about it; there's
a good fellow. l haven't time to listen
just now"
| could have torn my hair with rage
Mr.. Jessup was Pauline Brooks uncle
and guardian, and l knew that my
chances in that direction would be all
off if once the fatal story Of the we'd
ding ring got to Pauline's ears.
| crossed the park and hurried up Re-
gent street, mentally gnashng my teeth
and in my impetuOus haste had nearly
stumbled over Pauline herself, just
coming out of florists with a tiny
boutonniere of violets in her hand.
Pauline" l cried rapturously.
But Pauline drew back the least little
distance in the world. thereby putting
an invisible barrier between us that
froze me like an icicle.
Dear me, Mr.. Bolton, Is 1t your"
said Pauline. II congratulate you, am
sure"
Upon whatT' 1 demanded, growing
desperate.
Upon your approaching marriage, to
be sure" said Pauline, with a smile,
like auroral lights lowering over a
snowbank.
But I'm not going to be married."
protested.
"Oh, excuse me, pray. Gentlemen do
not usually buy wedding rings without
a purpose" interposed Pauline. "Only
should think you might have paid such
old friends as we are the compliment
of some slight intimation of your Inn
pending marriage"
Pauline" said I-"Miss Brooks-hear
me. There is only one woman in the
world would care to marry. and she
stands before me now"
'Mr. Belton," said she, you may re-
gard all this as very fine joke, but
surely it is not necessary to add any
more insult to it"
''Do you mean that you don't believe
me?"
How can I believe you" retorted
she.
Driven to sort of frenzy, dragged
Percy Cresmer's letter from my pocket
Her face cleared up as she glanced
over the contents of poor Cresmer's
ecstatic missive.
poor fellow" said she. Hes very
much In love, isn't be?"
mot half as much as / am" said l.
And then In the smilax-bordered shad.
ow Of the florists shop I pressed my
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