The Globe-republican., 1902-02-27

| NO wonder you prefer to remain
| single with such coy bachelor apart
ments. exclaimed Tom Silsby, as he
surveyed Herbert Halls domain with
a feeling akin to envy with sc
sumptuousIy furnished and interesting
home, you would be a fool to plunge
| into the uncertain waters of matrf-
| mony- You know what the modern
philosopher says. Where singIeness is
| bliss, tbs folly to take wives!s'
You are Mistaken he said. This
life of singleness is inexpressib1y lone
ly- These baubles do not content me.
would exchange them all for a mod
est fiat if 1 could share that with the
one woman of my Dreams
Tom opened his eyes in surprise.
He had never before suspected senti-
mentality in his practical friend
We'll, why don't you capture the
gir1?'' he asked
Because she exists in my dreams
only
He seemed unwilling to continue the
subject and Tom resumed his scrutiny
OF the walls
This eIk's head is particularly
fne!'' he said
Yes shot that animal in Colorado
last winter This panther rug is a
trophy of the same chase. That bowie
knife was given to me by a Moki In
dian in New Mexico. 1t is dyed with
HE for the money I had about me-
III tell you the story some day"
Tom gazed with manifest delight at
ms friend, who doomed up as a hero
before his eyes.
By Jove!" he cried enthusiastically,
you have had adventures!''
yes, a few" asserted Herbert.
Hello!" exclaimed Tom presently.
What's this? A glove, declare.
Was this the gift of some Indian
maiden, or don't the aborigines wear
tan kids?"
That" replied Herbert, tris trophy
OF a different kinda remembrance OF
my only adventure worthy of the
name!''
Do you mind telling me about it?''
Not at all; but you may not find it
interesting That glove belongs to the
lady of my dreams; the fair one for
whose sake am still bacheIor!''
I promise to be an attentive listen
er, said Tom, as he lit a fresh cigar
ette- Fire away"
Three years ago. he began YEARLY
Il happened to be in San Francisco on
business connected with some mining
claims. I was thfrty-five years of age
and still impressionable 1 was eager
to marry, but the girl after my heart
had not yet presented herself to my
notice One day 1 boarded a trolley
car for a ride to Sutro Park and was
soon engrossed in my paper Hap
pen1ng to look up saw in the seat on
poslte a girl of such beauty and grace
that became transf1xed- My paper
dropped from my hands, and L could
do nothing but gaze at her You NAV
laugh at me if you will, but from the
instant L behe1d her I knew my doom
was sealed; my heart pierced. She OBJ
served my interest in her and grew
embarrassed as L continued to stare
was fascinated, hypnotized! The
girl spoke to an elderly lady sitting at
her s1de-her mother, I surmised-and
strove to appear Indifferent to NV
scrutiny, but some power seemed to
attract her to me as 1 was drawn to
her Had she been alone I should
nave spoken to her, but her chaperone
made any advance impossible After
some i've minutes of mutual staring.
during which the girl changed color a
dozen times, she suddenly arose. beck
0ned to her companion and abruptly
left the car 1t would be hard to an
aIyze my feelings I sat there alone
The sun seemed to have been bIotted |
put OF the universe. / felt as though |
[ had at last met my affinity, and vet |
ch1ded myself for a fool, for harbor- |
ing such sentiments towards a total |
stranger
My trip to Sutro Park seemed an |
eternity 1 walked about under the