A young man stood in the portico of
an apartment house in Washington
park, Brooklyn, the other evening, an 1
on the step above him stood a pretty
girl. It was late and the street was de
serted. Despite the darkness it was ap
parent to the occasional passerby that
the young man had the dalntlly-glove 1
right hand of the young woman within
his own. while his left hand rested
over It like a cover to keep it guarded.
The young man was apparently trying
to say good night and the young
woman evidently could not hear him,
for she was bending her head close to
his. They stood in that attitude for
nearly fifteen minutes, and might have
been discovered in the same pose by
the gray dawn of the morning had not
something intervened.
That something was round and bright,
and it came out of a sixth story win
dow. It descended slowly, the moon
light shimmering on its silvery surface
and making it conspicuous. Soon 'it
could be seen that it was on a string
and was being lowered by an elderly
woman. When it dangled over the por
tico there was a sudden bur-r-r-r-r-ring,
and the young man and young woman
parted like an overstrained hawser.
The young man seized the round and
bright object, which was still ringing,
and held its face to the electr!c light.
The hands on the alarm clock were
clasped at midnight. He raised his hat
to the young woman, murmured two
words in a low tone, and disappeared.
The alarm clock was hoisted up quick
ly. but the young woman was up stairs
before It finally reached the open win
dow.—New York Sun.
Cholli’a Opinion.
“I do detest modern slang," said the
young woman with the bulging brow.
