Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1903-08-28

Wichita. I did not know soul nor
a stick nor stone in the place.
Moreover, the doctor had recon-
mended Colorado air for me.
He had not said a word about Kan
sas.
ct should love to- I returned. ssbut
indeed I cannot. However, and be-
gan to tremble as put the question,
perhaps, on my way back, you viii
allow me to come to see you in Wichi-
tap
Indeed will" she answered with
evident pleasure; then she wrote out
her uncle's address for me, which
recognized as the most fashionable
quarter of the place, and told me
must not fail to come
I placed the address carefully in
my card case.
Our parting was to be when we
reached Newton, and before that
hated time we had a most charming
conversation.
She told me all sorts of little things
about herself in the most refreshing,
original way, and before long she
could have twisted me up into bow
knots and tied me around her neck
with her fur boa. But, then I swear,
I have never met a woman more fas-
cinating from that day to this!
Before parting we had a jolly little
dinner together, and as I did the or
dering, you may be sure nothing was
wanting. Although she demurred
and hesitated, I held out, and it
would have done your heart good to
see the way she regarded a quart
bottle Of champagne. It was the first
time she had ever tasted ''fzz," and
her description, that it was like
drinking a "bumblebee," made me
laugh heartily.
Oh, what trip that was! Shall I
ever forget it?
Finally the dreaded hour arrived,
and she must gather up her little
traps and change for Wichita. I as
sisted, with Juggling pain at my
heart. Suddenly I surprised a look
in her blue eyes. I had been stoop-
ing to pick up her muff, and it being
closer at hand than I thought, came
up rather sooner than either she or
I expected. She was looking down at
me wistfully, yearningly, and there
was tear, declare, on her eyelash.
All restraint departed from me.
The happy hours we had spent, the
rapid intimacy of a railroad journey,
and the prospect of parting, all con-
spired against me, and grasping her
little hand inside the muff, I held it
firmly and whispered:
"Amyt"
She gave me one long, lingering
look and returned the pressure
softly.
''Thank you again. she whispered.
''and don't forget me! Oh, promise
not to forget met"
[ promised, and then she was gone
Heavens! How lonely it was with
out her! How dingy the cars, how
arid the view!
I could find nothing to interest me-
and even the recollection of her
brightness only served to make me
more dismal. Before long the con-
ductor came through again. 1t
seemed to me that his sneering coun-
tenance was more sneering than ever.
But bore him no grudge.
"Well," he said with a grin, stop
ping by my chair, ''did you find out
who she WASP"
Certainly" I answered stifiy, ''it
was Miss Dyer, of Wichita"
''Miss Dyer nothing" he said with
scorn. "Miss Dyer, Miss Flyer, Miss
Lyeri"
GLOW dare your I demanded hot
~, 'and what do you mean?"
"Oh, narthin'," he answered, cool
ly, "only she's the cutest lady bunl1o
on this road. Her husband, him with
the whiskers, runs brace faro game
over in Kansas City, and another in
Wichita, and she's his puller-in, that's
all! Better look for your purse, Mr.
Dyer"
I did so and to my dismay it was
gone!
''But why the devil, man, didn't you
tell me?"
"Oh,'' he said, with a wink, "you
seemed so willing to be bluffed with
your Miss Dyer!"
All, me! Golden hair and eyes so
blue!
[ promised Amy never to forget
her and I never have!-N. Y. Times.
Miss Solomon and Her Lover.
A woman was walking in a palm
grove when Il man saw her and
fastened after her. When she asked
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