The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-10-22

4 Dut LuCM alA y oGttCs hdhluk a pdS-
sage thus between their two new
wings. | don't deny, as [ have al
ready said, that they had a perfect
right to do 1t; but all the same it vas
very odd to US.
And then heaps of new furniture
came down from town; the wagons
that brought it made quite a pro-
cession along the road. All this
grandeur and display had a bad effect
upon the neighborhood. 1t really
looked as if these new people were
already Growing over US, whose car
pets and hangings were a little faded
and out of fashion. There was a
general movement of indignation on
the Green. All this expense might
be we'll enough, for those who could
afford il, In a town house, people said,
but in the country 1t was vulgar and
stupid. Everything was gilded and
Ornamented and expensive In the new
Diuglewood; Turkey carpets all over
the house, and rich silk curtains, and
immense mirrors Then after a while
the family" arrived. They
came with SUCH a hutter of
fine carriages as had never been
seen before among US. The drive
had been widened, down which Lady
Sarah's old gray pony used to jog so
comfortably, and there was nothing to
be seen all day long but smooth,
shining panels and housekeeping
horses whisking in and out. In the
first place there was Mrs. Gresham's
Yankee wagon, with a wicked looking
beast in it, which went like the wind.
Then there would be a cosy brougham
carrying Mrs. Gresham to Shoreton
shopping, or taking out the nurse
and baby for an airing; aud af-
ter lunch came the pretty open
carriage with the armorial bear
ings and the man in powder. We
were too indignant to look round at
first when these vehicles passed; but
custom does a great deal, and ones
feelings soften in spite of ones self.
Of all the people on the Green, Lottie
Stoke was the one who did most for
the new people. Il mean to make
mamma CALL" she said; and she even
made a round of visits for the pur-
pose of saying it. why shouldn't
we call on them? think it is mean
to object to them for being rich. 1t
looks as five were ashamed of being
poor; and they are sure to have guam
titles of people from town. anu to en-
joy themselves-peOple as good as we
are, Mrs. Mulgtave; they are not so
particular in London"
My dear Lottie," said I, Il have
no doubt the Greshams themselves
are quite as good as we are. That is
not the question. There are social
differences, you know"
20 yesl l know" cried Lottie; Il
have heard of them all my life, but l
don't see what the better we are for
all our nicely; and | NEAR to make
mamma CALL"
She was not so good as her word,
however, for Mrs. Stoke was a timid
woman, and waited to see what other
people would do. And in the mean
time tho Greshams themselves, indie
pendent of their fine house aud their
snowy carriages, presented themselves,
as it were, before us for approval.
They walked to Church on Sunday
without my show, which made quite
a revulsion in their favor; and she
was very pretty and sweet-looking,
and he was so like a gentleman that
you could never have told the differ
ence. And the end of il all was, that
one fine morning Lady Denzil, with
out saying a word to any one, called;
aud, after that, everybody on the
Green.
L do not pretend to say that there
was not a little air of pewness about
these young people. They were, like
their house, a little too BRIGHT, too
costly, too luxurious. Mrs. Gresham
gave herselfnoW and then pretty little
airs of wealth, which, to do her justice,
were more in the way of kindness to
others than display for herself.
There was a kind of munificence
about her which made one smile, and
yet made one grow red and hot, and
just a little angry. Il might not have
mattered if she had been a princess,
but it did not answer with a stock
brokers' wife. She was so anxious to
supply you with anything or every
thing you wanted. Let me send It."
she would say in a lavish way, when
ever there was any sh%ortcoming,
and opened her pretty mouth,
and stared with all her pretty
eyes, when her offers were declined.
She wanted that delicate sense of
other peoples pride, which a true
great lady always has. She did not
understand why one would rather
have ones own homely maid to wait,
than borrow her powdered slave, and
wonld rather walk than be taken up
in her fine carriage. This bewildered
her, poor little womanl She thought
it was unklnd of me In particular.
You can't really prefer to drive
along in the dust in your little low
carriage" she said, with a curious
want of perception that my pony
| carriage was my own. This was the
only defect | found in her, and it was
q failing which leant to Virtues side.
Her husband was more a man of the
world, but he. too, had money written
all over him. They were dreadfully
rich, and even in their freest moment
they could not get rid of it-and they
were young and open hearted, and
anxious to make every body happy.