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Show WRECKED IN PORT. It was the wild midnight. The tame midnight was ofl watch and had gone to bed three hours he-fore. he-fore. A storm brooded over tho eastern heavens. It . was a thoroughbred brood atorm. Hop brewed, (or it was coming from the yeast. Hawkeye creek was rolling tumul-luously tumul-luously in its Bandy bed. Bugs, probably. Or it might have been nervousness. A little lorm cowered at the garden gate. Many a manly lorm has been coward at just such gate?, ever since lummer nights and gnats and beauty and love and June bugs were in vented. "He does not come," she murmured mur-mured softly, as ehe peered into the darkness. "I cannot see biui.'i will call him." She was wrong. If uho couldn't see him she certainly couldn't call him with the same hand. A manly step came scraping dowu tho sidewalk. side-walk. It was Dsamond. She threw open the gate, and the next instant be clafped in his great, itrong arms twenty-seven yards of foularJ, three yards of ruchiug, seven dozen Breton buttons and a pompadour panier ai big as a doghouse. dog-house. It was all his own. "All is lost," exclaimed "Con-1 stance de Beividere, tha Kuseians1 have crossed the Balkans. We must tly." Constance was a noble girl. She onlysaid. "Whither shall we fly?" He wanted to fly to some lone desert isle, but she submitted an amendment providing that they should flyt to the ice-cream Baloon. They flaw. In the crowded saloon, where the soft light fellupon the fair women and brav men, and the insects of a summer sum-mer night fell in the ice cream freezer. They spoke no word. When two sentient human beiua are engulphing Bpoonfuis of corn starch and eggs and skim milk, language ia a mockery. At length Desmond broke the tender silence. He said: "More, dearest?" She smiled, and bowed her lovely head, but did not speak. Sue was too full for utterance. Desmond gloomily ordered more when that was gone. And a supplement supple-ment to that. And an addenda to that. And au exhibit lo that. Gloom sate enthroned upon his brow. Constance saw it. She said; "What is it, dearest?" He spoke not, but sihtd. A dreadful Ftitpicion slahbod her heart like a knile. ; "Desmond," she said, "jvu are nut tired of me, darling?" "By htaven no," he said, and then he looked (and thought) unutterable things. H.MT brow lightened up with a lay of crteslial intelligence. "I see," she said, tapping the empty ulale with her .iponft. "Too cold. Signed, C. Morbus." Ho denied it bitterly, and bade her remain where she was while he settled with the man. She, guided by the unerring instinct in-stinct of her sex, peeped through thp curtains of tliL saloon. Sue saw her Desmond holding earnest discussion with the man. She saw the mo.ii shake his he id resolutely in answer to Desmond's pleading looks and appealing gestures. She saw him lock the door, taite cut the key, put it in iiie .ooliet, and lean up HguuitU the door. She taw her own Desmond draw from hi own pockets and pilo upou the counter a. pearl-handle pocket knife, six uickle.-i, four green postage Btampa, a watch key, two lead pencils, a memorandum houk, a theatre ticket (of thu variety denomination), denomi-nation), ix packet comb, au ivory toothpick; a shirt stud, one sleeve button, a photograph ot herself, a package of trix, two street car checks, a card with a funny (wicked) story on it, a silk handkerchief and a pair of gloves. And then she knew that Desmond was a bankrupt, and when the man swept the assets of tho concern con-cern into a drawer and opened the door she eobred convulsively. "And it wast mine extravagance wnieh hath did this t'ning." They did not talk much on their way home. Once she asked him il he was rich, and ho only said, "Enormously." Such is lite Burlington Bur-lington Hawkeye. |