The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-05-02

they tremble I down the fine skinned b
cheek, let us avert our gaze. For grief
in men is no thing to make show OF.
A servant passed the open door bearing
an immense pasteboard box with one end
cut out to accommodate the long stems OF
many roses. 49,.
"Jarvis!"
eyes, sir!'
what is it?''
FLOWERS, sir, for Miss Avice. !"
Let me see-and the card?"
He took the card from the florists en-
velope and glanced at the name.
Take them away
The stricken man was once more alone; |
yet now it was as II the tender beauty Of
the flowers had balmed his hurt--taught
| him to hope anew. Let us In all SYM
pathy and hope retire
| For cheerfuller sights we might observe
Laundton Oldaker in a musty curio- shop,
| delighted over pair Of silver candle
sticks with square bases and fiuted col
umns, fabricated in the reign of that for
| tuitous monarch, Charles the Second; or
/ we might glance in upon the Higbees IN
their section Of a French chateau, re-
1 produced upon the stately Riverside
Drive, where they complete the details Of
a dinner to be given on the morrow.
Or perhaps it were better to be con-
i cerned with matter more weighty than
i dinners and antique candlesticks The
1 search need never be vain, even in this
i world Of persistent frivolity. AS, for ex-
u ample:
i '"rell Mrs Van Geist If she can't come
down, I'll run UP to her"
II Eyes, Miss Mlbrey.'
Mrs. Van Geist entered a moment later.
!. why, Avice, child, you're glowing.
aren't you?"
ST must be, suppose-I've just walked
| down from Fifty-ninth street, and be-
fore that walked in the park. Feel how
} cold my cheeks are,-Mutterchen."
$ cts good for you. Now we shall have
1 some tea, and talk. F"
III "Yes-I'm hungry for BOTH and some Of
those funny little cakes"
j, Come back where the fire is, dear;
n the tea has just been brought. There,
: take the big chair
n ut always feels like you-l1ke your
It arms, Mutterchen--and am tired"
: "And throw Off that coat. There's the
lemon, If you're afraid of cream
e IT wish I weren't afraid of anything
II but cream"
: you told me you weren't AFRAID o.
that-that cad-any more.
it I'm not-I Just told him so. But L n
g afraid of it all; I'm tired trying not tc
i drift-tired trying not to try, and tlrec
| trying to try Oh. dear-sounds like 6
: nonsense verse, desn't it, Have You an!
d one tonight? No? I think I must sta!
L with you till morning. Send some ont
TX home to say I'll be here. ] can always
! think so much better here-and you, dea
old thing, to mother mel
re- DO, child; I'll send sandon directly
II 'He will go to the house OF mourning.
whats the latest?"
= Papa was on the verge Of collapse thi
morning, and yet he was striving S
er bravely and nobly to bear up. No on
lit knows what that man suffers; it make
u, him gloomy all the time about everything
lie Just before left, he was saying thai
no ohor If mo
lean homes in which a green salad is neve
MT served, one must be appalled,. Are 20
appalled,, auntie? But that isn't i"
he Nothing has happened %
'tWell, there'll be no sensation about
ay in the papers tomorrow, but a very dread
Sc full thing has happened. Papa has sui
ut fered one OF the cruelest blows of his lif
se fancy he didn't sleep at all last nigh
= and he looked thoroly bowled over tn
'or morning"
''But what is it?"
ng 'Well-oh, it's awful!-first of all thel
were six dozen of early-bottled, 1S
me Chateau Lafitte-that was the bitterest
but he had to see the rest CO. too-Chs
ow teau Margeaux of '80-some terribly al
in cient port and Maderia-the dryest ki1
.ou of sherry-a lot of fine, full clarets OF :
red and '7S-oh, you can't know how agoniZil
me it was to hin-Tve heard them so often
I've know them all myself
but what on earth about them?''
asst Nothing only the Cosmopolitan cluE
ind wine cellar-auctioned off, you know. F
~, over year papa has looked forward to
11l. Iie knew every bottle of wine in it.
. I could recite the list without looking at
tie; Sometimes ne sounded like a French le
yo,1 son-and he's been under a fearful stra
k T ever since the announcement was mat
Well the great day came yesterday, a
poor pater simply couldn't bid in a sin,
no drop. It needed ready money, YOU kno
ard And he had hoped so cheerfuly all t
ink tlme 70 40 something. IL broke ms hea
no. I'm sure, to see that Chateau Lafitte s.
and only imagine, it was bid in by the b.
aw Ter of that odious Higbee. You sllo1
,ast have heard papa rail about the vuls
yere nouveaux riches when he came home
xled talked quite like an anarchist. But by
ron, night he'll be blaming me for his mist
the tunes. That's why chose to stay h
with YOU
low, Poor Horace Whatever are you go
vo,, to dor II,
be well. dearie, as for me. it doesn't l,
mar as If I could do anything but one thi
seen And here is my ardent young Croe
coming out of the vest
,in "You called him your athletic Bays
wav once"
ners Inc .oCnei Hiore 70 me point az pl
sure ent. And what else can do? Oh, If sc
one would just be brave enough to
the raw, quivering life with me, I &C
ther do it, give, you my word. I could
Mil everything go by the bOard-but am