The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1905-08-25
MAkING A
SHOW
By D. j. FINLAY

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I HAD always a greater regard for my
| Uncle George than for any Of my rel
atives. The reason Of this was, doubt
less. that he was more communicative
and companionable than any relative
outside Of my immediate family. He
would sit down and spin yarns for me
by the hour whenever we were together;
but there was one subject on which, for
a number Of years, I had failed to draw
him out; and that was often a matter
of serious thought to me. and deter
mined to find good opportunity to get
at the facts Of the case.
One evening, as we sat together in my
uncle's comfortable mansion, found
him in a very communicative mood, and
partaking rather freely Of his choice old
sherry, of which he kept good supply,
and, to my establishment, he preached
the subject which had promised to
bring up.
my dear boy" said he, Il suppose you
have often wondered why remained an
old bachelor?"
Eyes, uncle" said, in an airy, of
hand way, which did not at all betray the
depth Of my curiosity. Il am. sure you
must have had ample opportunity to SEQ
the cream of society and make suitable
choice Of q companion"
Well" said he, Il will tell you; and
the story may be good subject for you.
dreams of future speculation.
When was young man was rath-
er fond Of making a good show in So
ciety. At times this was performed on
Q very limited capital. Shortly after
settled in New York, I made the &C.
quaintance of a beautiful and estimable
young lady, Miss Clorinda Swan. and :
lost no time in paving the way for
matrimonial alliance with her.
"One evening the subject Of converse
ton between us ran upon operas, and
the upshot Of it was that l invited
Clorinda to go to the Academy of Mu-
sic the next evening. AS have said,
my means were then rather limited, and
now had Just enough left to pay for
the tickets, but no surplus for carriage.
supper and ct ceteras. With these de-
termined to dispense, as thought my
fair Clorinda was too sensible to be
affected by the loss.
Fortune favored me at the start:
the evening was fine and the weather
dry, so at the appointed time l made
my appearance, dressed in the best
could afford, and waited patiently for
Clorinda. She soon put all my fears on
the carriage question to flight by assur-
ing me that she preferred walking.
I'VE chatted gayly on the way to the
Academy, and were In due time for the
performance, which was the opera of
Martha with popular prima donna
in the leading role. OF the performance
l need not speak. The opera was al!
that w could desire. and was rendered
most admirably.
when the performance was over we
descended the stairs amid the gay
throng, and soon reached the sidewalk.
But, oh, horror Of horrors! It was rain
ing! What was to do? To get a car
riage, without having cent to pay for
It, made my blood run cold. A happy
thought occurred to me In a moment.
and in q nervous whisper l asked
Clorinda If she had rubbers on; but, to
my dismay, she answered:
":No; my boots are very light, too,
and l could not think of walking. We
must get carriage
"Of course there was nothing left for
me tut to face the music, and I hailed
one of the many drivers who were anx-
ious to get passengers. assisted my
fair Clorinda to seat. and in few mo-
ments we were whirling along through
the rain. Hardly had we gone two
blocks when Clorinda said she was hun
cry, and asked me to stop and get sup
Der. My feelings can easier be imag-
ined than described, as l thought Of my
empty pockets, and tried to reason her
out Of eating so late at night. All my
arguments were fruitless, however, for
my dear Clorinda was not to be
athwarted- uI5-
Thinning that fortune might be-
friend me by some means then a mys-
terry to me, l ordered the driver to stop
Ut the nearest restaurant. We entered
the saloon and took seats at a table in
the. center Of the room. l determined
to eat as little as possible, but Clorinda
was not by any means so delicate. and
quietly took the liberty Of ordering what
jshe wanted. In vain looked around