The Argosy, Volume XLIV — page 189: what you’re looking at

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“ AU REVOIR.” The great burly fellow laughed with the delight of a child. “T could cry with pleasure, madem- oiselle,” he said. . “ Hullo, that’s still a third title for you—mademoiselle.” I laughed. She would not hear me. ‘“‘ But we are going on a long journey, Ivan, all the same,” she said in a very matter of fact, unconcerned tone. 185 “Where?” I asked. “To New York, of course; where else should Mrs. Denver go, indeed? ” “ Bully for you,” I cried, and then— but Ivan was in the room; so I turned him out first and told him to go and pack, a3 we should start as soon as possi- ble, and we proposed to take him with us. And we did. THE END. “AU REVOIR.” AT the Profile we met: ’twas September. At once I fell madly in love. She had looked shyly up, I remember, And said, with the coo of a dove, * Oh, I hate this cold world beyond measure; But for true hearts all blushing between. What an angel, and more! What a treasure, Dear, innocent, sweet seventecn! Snowy white were her virginal dresses, With sashes and breast-knots of blue; Spun gold all her free-flowing tresses ; Soft sparkled her eyes as the dew. By moonlight we strolled: bliss of blisses, She sang me “ Love’s Dream ” by the lake! Our lips met—the thought of those kisses Till morning dawned kept me awake. We met, in the city, months after On Gramercy Park, at a ball. There was waltzing, and flirting, and laughter, And she was the fastest of all. Her skirts were so narrow, so tightened, ~ I was sure they would split: the display Of her shoulders and Well, I was frightened, The whole were so décolleté. I crept up at last: “ You remember The moonlight,” I whispered, “ dear Sue, The lake, and ‘ Love’s Dream,’ last September ? ” She looked up and laughed. “ Oh, it’s you! I’d forgot. How you startled a body! Do you still quote, so sweetly, Tom Moore? Haven’t heard that I marry young Shoddy? No? This is his waltz. Aw revoir!” Alexander A. Irvine. COL ElOOO (COL