The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1901-10-24


as he wrote down the order. ANY par
ticular style
Simple and solid" said I; that's
all"
Yes. sir. 1t shall be attended to at
once. Shall send it to your residence,
Or"
Pardon me, Mr.. Belton,r 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"
the former case we should esteem it
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, EN- old chap|
said Bill West, a stock broker, famil-
iarly thrusting his elbow into my side,
as l strolled into Gatti's for my lunch
that day.
NO" 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 /, some
what Indignantly.
And her names Helen" said West,
with an idiotic glggle. waiter, half
bottle of Mumm Let's drink her health,
Bolton. when"
Old Mr.. Jessup was trotting across
Hyde Park when | unexpectedly came
face to face with him.
"Hellor said Mr. Jessup, turning
upon me the moony glare of two spec
tacled eyes. What's this hear about
you, my dear young friend? Accept my
congratulations Matrimony is always
Il blessed condition, and"
"Oh, yes, l don't doubt it, l 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 lis 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 il 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 gnashing 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" | 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 it you?'
: said Pauline. Il congratulate you, am
| sure"
Upon what?" 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 dc
not usually buy wedding rings without
J n purpose" interposed Pauline. "Only !
! should think you might have paid such
: old friends as we are the compliment
t Of some slight intimation of your i'm
| pending marriage"
Pauline. said I-"Niiss Brooks-heal
: me. There is only one woman in tn,
: world l would care to marry, and she
D. stands before me now"
MIR. Belton." said she. you may re
< gard all this as a very fine joke, bu
e surely it is not necessary to add any
A more insult to it."
d do you mean that you don't believ,
me?"
l How can believe you?" retorte,
( she.
: Driven TO a sort of frenzy, dragge,
Percy Cresmer's letter from my pocket
4 Her face cleared up as she glance,
y over the contents of poor Cresmer'
e ecstatic missive.
e Poor fellow" said She Hes YER
e much in love, isn't heg'
Not half as much as 1 am" said l.
And then in the smilax-bordered shac
= ow of the florists shop I pressed m
suit.