OUT WEST.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 5343, 6 October 1888, Page 2 (Supplement)

OUT WEST.

It was in a west side parlor. All Sunday afternoon he had remained closo by her side, and as the gloaming began to gloam, and the sun sank from sight over the glue factory in Wauwatosa, her mamma appeared upon tho scene and asked that he remain to tea. Did Jic remain? Well some ! Many slices of cold tongue slid down tho interior of his gracefully curved neck, and ere many minutes ho was filled with a sample off everything that tho table afforded, and his hunger had disappeared while tho food of which he had partaken had_ stimulated and given him strength to agaiii tike up bis position in tho parlor for an all night sitting. It waxed darker and yet darker, while the flickering street lamps began to flick, and era-and anon tho tinkle, tiuKleof a passing street car would make sweet iimsiii. As the evening wore on a pace, tho happy young things enuck by couples to tho parlor, and agidw took up their position On tho sofn, leaving- tho indulgent mamma to dream away her evening nlone. In the far-off church tower a bell slowly tolls the hour of ten, but still they sit side by side, occasionally talking in low whispers, which sound liko the sighing of an evening breeze through the closely woven brunches of 1: hedge fence, but more often sitting in blissful silence and dreaming of tho future. Little do they know, children as they are, what tho near future hue in store for then, atid how could they ? J When we are happiest and the world soems j brightest, misfortune is liable to be lurking in our vicinity, and only waiting for that happiness to reach tho very pinnacle, even to sloppintr over, before making itself known in all its hideousness.

Again and again tho bell slowly tolls. Hour aftor hour passes; yet they linger. On the street all ia hushed. Tho good mother hue long since retired to her room, done up her bang, put her false teeth to souk in a tiimblur, said her prayers and gone to elcc-p. In the distance tho uncertain step of a belated pedestrian echoes faintly upon tho night air. A cricket 'neath the parlor window chirps a few short notes, find quiet again prevails. It is that hush that always comes just befoio the birth of a now day. Still they linger. Hush !My God, what was that?—W-h-r-r, rattle, bang! Ho starts, strong nmu, and firmly sat as ho is, he springs to his feet nnd glaneca about in a wild, uncertain kind of way. ' Wh-wh-what was that fearful racket, Gertrude?' ho gasped, as ho tried to find his way back to the sofa in tho dark, and sat down on tho key-board of the piano. ' S—h, dearest, don't be alurraed. It was only the cook's alarm clock.' But hero another noise smote upon their ears. A door was heard to open on the next iloor, and presently a still small voice came echoing down iiko tho wheeze of a sick horse. It whs mamma minus her falso teeth :

' Gertrude Bjones !' 'Y-e-.s, mainnni, dear.' ' Weil, fur lan sakus, hain't j-ou in bed

yifr' ' Not yet mamma.'

' Well, you march '. Yere it is four o'clock an' you not in bed yit. Why it's scaudolous. Thero's the cook goin' down vow to commence her Monday's washin', an' thmn clothes that you've, got on has got tor go inter tho wash. You jest show that young man politely out, an , git ter bed in a hurry.' A door slammed and again all was quiet. Once more they squz in a passionate embrace, their lips met like the coupling of a brace of flat cars, a struggle ensued, she had one of her front teeth nearly pushed through her lip, and the next moment he wns gone. Thus they were obliged to part. Two young hearts were rent in twain and they "would not meet again for hours, perhaps for days, but such is-Jif o west side.