DIGAMMA WILL BE THERE.

Thames Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2867, 24 April 1878, Page 3

DIGAMMA WILL BE THERE.

* The Christchurch correspondent of the Saturday Advertiser telJs the following happily-hifc-off story:— " Digamma will be there !" At least so said an advertisement in law?© type over the leader in the Press a few clays ago. .Christchurch stared when they saw itj and the maids and widowr"wondered who and what was Digamma. The affair got talked about, and the whole thing got wind, and for several days "Digamma" was a standing joke; and instead of the sterotyped question of " What* the news !" it was " How's Digamma ? " It formed th» subject of an excellent gag for the low comedy men of the Soldene Company, and taken altogether, was one of the most enjoyable things of the kind we have had for a long time past. Of course, it never got into the papers— the pure air of Christchurch would not allow the columns of its daily journals being polluted by such disclosures. But as I am under no bar or ban of any kind, as your truthful correspondent I feel bound to tell the story, xou must know, then, that in our midst there lives a perfect Adonis —at least, in bis own estimation—who is of opinion that every woman he meets adores him, and that he has only to hold up his little finger and she will fall at his feet and worship him. Now this gentleman appears to have been himself fascinated by one of the young ladies from the corps de ballat et de chorus of the Soldene Company, and for several days, arrayed in his best, with his white belltopper on, and the finest flower he could find affixed to his coat, he might have been seen promenading up and down in the front of the hotel, in which she resided. But she came not, and Adonis began to Set dispirited. But while there's life iere's hope, on the fifth day he saw his fair inamorata approach the window, gaze i fondly on a photograph and kiss it rapturously. Then by some extraordinary mode of reasoning, for which it is difficult to account, the gentleman at once decided that the photo was his own massive face j and manly ; brow. He immediately con-! fided to a chum the whole affair, and asked for advice and consolation. It is said this gentleman was the "Loafer" -(I know not myself), who atraigtitway backed t*p Adonis' opinion, and recommended him to at once write to the lady of his love. No sooner said than done. In the daintiest of envelopes/end the most perfumed of writing paper, the words of tender passion were despatched to the j lady by a trasty messenger. Eapture tipdii ra|>tu,re{ a rppjy yas received eoupbed in, the most poetic strains of fore, and asking Adonis to meet her at the given time at the hotel. In a postscript,! the writer said he must notify his acceptance of her invitation in the columns of the. pjj^lic press, so that she might be prepared for his suit. And as in his first love'epistle he had signed hjmsejf " Djgamraa " sp in this ease did he advertise jn large type, and orer the leader, the reassuring act that Diframma would be there. And at five o'clock punctually Digamma was there* got up utterly regardless of expense, and with a most gorgeous nose-gay in his button hole, the daintiest pair of tens upon bis natty feet, and-the same size of gloves upon his jewelled hands. Ah, Psyche J. wl?ere is your heart, if you can withstand such overwhelming charms? But our hero grows impatient. For full twenty minutes does he disport his newly polished tens along the asphalte, until he begins to tire. But, ah! hope revives in h\§ b.reast at lie once more sees that lovely form approach the window. Full, now of boldness begotten of affection, he throws his enslaver a kiss with his dainty hand. To his astonishment, the window is slammed to, and the blind pulled down in his face. For one moment he reddens, and is confused. JJut he is soon reassured, for the landlady tomes across to. him, and tell? him that the lady will see him now. "It was but a device, to avert suspicion," thinks Adonis, as he enters the house and as he brushes a spec of dirt from his tens with a nicely flavoured handkerchief; "she was afraid she might bo Seen.' The landlord tells him he is to go in-

to a certain room marked private, where he will find Miss —— waiting to see him. Our lure's breast mow burns with ardor, and after giving a final twist to his favorite lock, and feeling that !iis necktie is strnight. he knocks at the door. A faint " come in " replies, and Adonis enters. Great Heavens I What is it that ho sees P General pressmen, including the Loafer, the head of ouc of our public institutions, and others known to the unfortunate Adonis. A wild laugh bursts upon his car as he cleared the stairs at a bound; and as he retreated up the street, you couldn't see his heels for smoke. Yes, the whole thing was a wild conspiracy—the trusty messenger had delivered the letter to the conspirators, and the rest was easy. Sinct then," Adonis has become a wiser and a sadder man. The lady of his heart has left the city, having taken her departure with another, some days ago. Let us hope Adonis will survive.