Saratoga in 1901 | ||
ALBERT AND JULIA.
Philadelphia, Feb. 4.
I am in the city of Brotherly Love. I came on to call on
Julia, who has returned to the city of Brotherly Love. I wanted
to see her after our season at Saratoga. I wanted to talk about
Albert, the balcony scenes, the grave-yard, and our engagement.
As I pulled the bell of her palatial Chestnut-street mansion,
the big walnut doors swung back, and there—there—in the parlor
with Julia—sat Albert. I overheard him say, “dear Julia, this is
the city of Brotherly Love, isn't it?”
“Yes, and Loverly Love too, Albert,” she replied sweetly.
Then he looked thoughtful a moment.
“Julia,” he continued, “you have thought me a flirt—?”
“Yes, Albert,” Julia interrupted.
“You have seen me at your side all summer. Together we
danced the German, together we have promenaded in the moonlight,
and now, dear Julia,” he continued as he fumbled in his vest
pocket—
“What, Albert?”
“Why, dearest Julia, I would ask
you to walk with me down the pathway
of life.”
Julia made no reply. She had
evidently forgotten me, for her face
sank gently on his shoulder, and then
I saw him gently slip a solitaire upon
her finger, while her face lit up with
a flood of happiness.
My Julia was gone!
Saratoga in 1901 | ||