Show SUBURBAN LITERATURE Terence and Ariadne or The Lost Perambulator Dear Reader CHAPTER ITHE BEGINNING t Onca upon time there lived a maiden la a cottaga by the big canal Nature is an unending round of continuous continuity We are always looking for something that doesnt come and always meeting something we didnt look for Such is life here and elsewhere This is a true story It may not be believed but its reception with the public will not materially reduce ts status in the presence of those who were there and know Seme of them are there yet and others ought to be to CHAPTER HTilE CONTINUATION The boast of HeRALDry the pomp of power And all that blazing beauy ever gave Terence W Smith was at once the pride and envy of the Twelfth Ward He was a man So his mother said and the populace believed be-lieved her They had to That was the only evidence they had Terence was teloved but he did not love with that outward intensity characteristic of TwelfthWard boys He had not up to this writing permitted per-mitted himself to be ensnared by any such nonsense apparently He was holding off for a fat market He must he said mate with one who while holding a high social position possessed nevertheless a certain womanly grace which would enable her to get down to the common affairs of life and feel at home when he was around The combination was a hard one to find i but he found it i CHAPTER IlITHE PLOT THICKENS I want to be an angel And with the angels stand Ariadne P T VanZolter in the fastfading daylight stood in the shadow of her fathers boss apricot tree and watched the shimmering consumptive light playing upon the cirrocumulus I clouds till she became be-came enraptured and inadvertently stretched forth her hand as if to grasp them If she had been little taller the effort would have been a gratifying success There is always something wanting in tins life Ariadne was suffering internally there was a true fissure vein of sorrow sor-row located in her breastand a corn on her toe besides her Terence the idol of her youth had been man dammed by her stern father and dared not come again Her affections affec-tions her whole soul reached out toward him like a beerhunter on Sunday and she would willingly have sacrificed home parents friends all that life holds high priced tobe his and his only Worse than all it was nct absolutely abso-lutely certain that Terence was solid on her she could not dispel from the dull aching void in her head the thought that she was not exactly all that he required True he had several times taken her to the skating rink and once when she fell down had picked her up by sections sec-tions and embraced a portion of her till she felt solid on her feet again had on one occasion when she felt disarranged in her joints presented her with a bottle of St Jacobs Oil with a picture of the maker on the label and some of Pierces pleasantest pellets gone so far while slowly recovering from her ailments as to sit by her bedside and read to her choice extracts from the Police Gazette But what of all that It was only evidence a verdict was what our heroine wanted and as previously suggested sug-gested the old man had corrupted and hung the jury I Why We shall see CHAPTER IVTilE CLOUDS BREAKING This life is i but ft fleeting show Admission fifty cents If the reader is provided with a good suit of clothes a fan and some cloves he will please accompany us to a palatial abode in the Seventh Ward near the boundaries of the patrician Sixth There is some hilarity hil-arity on deck Terence dressed in the height of fashion wears upon his brow an Ogdenbaseballclub indication of satisfaction By his side is Ariadne a twoply gleam of hopefulness emanating from her eyes with such frequency that the beholder would conclude that she was paid a big price per gleam She was also dressed As they stand together he looks away up into her face Bind murmurs Darling its settled at last She glances shyly down into his unlocked countenance and in loving lov-ing tones replies You bet I always loved you from the first he said but my love like myself travels slowly and it required re-quired some time for it to get through with the entire job For answer she bent her head down till it reached his own and bathed his scalp in a few well chosen tears The reader has arrived too late to see the marriage ceremony or the return of the old mans note for 825 which Terence had held for a year but it had all taken place They have now been one for nearly a month One grief and only one overshadows their young and promising lives it is not much but amounts to something They cant compete for Barratts thanksgiving thanks-giving perambulatorESSAY ESSAY GVIOH This is a good thing |