Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1874-09-03
SARATOGA
The Diary Of a Day Of EriyoIlty.

"has W. 49, ra-", ~ -
togs?
Well. at eight a. n. they appear on
the hotel balcony. Hsi 10 dressed in soft
hat. with feather. aud English cut-svay
coat: she in Lcghorn hat. cooked up
with plume. She carries a pongse par
asol, bound with black lace, and wears
q pongce redingotc. with black lace
sleeves to match her parasol. In the
old time OF Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis and
Mrs. DIR. Rush young ladies In hot
weather both needed muslin; but times
have changed.
"Ah, Miss Ashton Augustus re-
marks, "thwal I sthkort you to- Con-
gives Spwing?" -
Thanks. Mister lie Cortney. thanks.
replies Miss Ashton taking his arm.
Then they saunter to the spring. drink
two glasses and walk around the park.
She hangs lovingly on his arm ~ she
watches. the squirrels and favns, or
looks up swestly a. she gossips conh-
dsntially about the "horrid dresses the
Serogg. girls wear" Returning TO the
spring. they drink the third glass and
return 20 "Ths States. Now they
walk three times up and down the hal
cony 10 show their morning costumes;
then sweep into breakfast. where they
read the .sdriioJidI,. eat Spanish mack
ersl. woodcock and spring chicken, give
the waiter dollar and gossip about the
Jones girls, whose mother used to keep
boarding house.
bah, Some people do put on such
airs.' remarks Miss Ashton.
After breakfast and cigars all sit ON
back balcony 81 "Ths States" TO talk
and I" spoon" and hear Professor Stubs
music. Time. half-past ten. Ssnti-
mental young ladies' now spoon un-
der mammoth umbrellas with nswspa-
per in front.
"Oh, Mortimer. ] am afraid some
body is watching US.
"No. they kont, you kneuw Siith
Mollie; bu, its hawid to sit in q acwovd-
perfectly atvocious; let's walk up TO the
graveyard.
"To see the Indians, Mortimer.
oh yes; they're jolly Unexpectedly
lovely splen---"
And OH they so to the Indian sncamp-
ment ON the hill.
At two y. ". dinner-sweetbread
salad. Philadelphia squads and cham
pagno.
"oh gracious. Mortimer. Amt my
cheeks rsd?'
Mortimer father. after eating squads
and drinking champagne. sherry and
claret. remarks:
"Did II ever occur % you, Mr.. Smith,
that plain liver like me could have the
gout.
Dinner over and all retire to the bal
cony To smoke and read the papers.
Sentimental young people retire To cor
ners and tiirt under umbrellas and twenty
inch fans. and Mr.. DE Courtney reads
sentimental poetry:
Yoa kissed me. Ny soul. 10 bli-- so divine.
Reeled and .wooned like foolish man drunken
And / isoash, ',werc delicious to die thsa-If
Death
Would bat GENE while my hp. were yet moist
with your BREATH
And ,hs-e are the question. l AK day and
Must my life taste bu, Ose such exquisite de-
lightr
Would you care " your brea., were my shelter
a. thrnr
And-if you were here would you kis. me
agalnf
Miss Ashton reads
Why can't you be sensible. dearie,
I don't like men'- arms ON my chair.
Be stilil II you don't -iop this nonsense,
III ss, up and ieav. yOa-so there
Then the "spoonisst" young people
saunter over 10 the Tsn-spring woods
or down 10 the double seats in Congress
Spring Park.
After tea the grand balcony tramp
commences. Ladies in full dress--gros
grain silks. tight to hip. long train. with
white lace sleeves. Hair braided IN
short stem behind. Gentlemen in
''swallow tails.
"Mr. lie Courtney, isn't this dress too
sweet for anything :.
Just too lovely. NTH Ashton. And
amt tho mswsic awful jolly to-nightt''
Admiring mothers now look on and
hold extra chairs. Rich old bachelors
who own doscarts bow, present bou-
austs and retire. Engaged couples Sc
cluds themselves in unlighied corners.
"Yes. Mortimer, we'll SO to Washing
ton ON our bridal trip"
At nine. children arc led on to bed.
mothers occupy long lines Of chairs
around the hop room and dancing com-
msnccs. Small talk usurps the time be-
tween the sets.
Young gentleman Charmin ev'ning.
Nth b --rown.
Young lady-Yes, awful chsrmin-
perfectly lovely -splen---
Young gentlomsn-Doncc q squar
donce to-nightl
Young lady-Oh, Mr.. Brown! 1 kont,
ycu kneu. The squar donces are beast
iy-perfectly atwocious -hawibls-psr-
tectly ore'ful. Let's dencs a galop.
They'r awful jolly-perfectly divine.
Twelve L. M.-IIop over and lights
out. Girls drink lemonade in reception
room, talk about ruined drsss-skirts,
and handsome fellows rush down to
Morrisseys.
.I'il make or break tonight"
Table loaded with whits and red
checks, champagne flows and cigar
smoke fills the air. like eherubin.
"Gus, lend me SiO?"
The white loses and the rei wins,
slowly repeats the dealer.
"My God, I'm ruinsdr'
After midnight streets silent; hotel
dark. The click Of the gambler. checks
sounds out FROM the gildsd haunt Of the
jewellers. Lizzie dreams Of dresses, Of
love, Of heaven and Of her dear, dear,
innocent Agustus.
'.who smashed that chanpa.ns bot
tie into the mirrorl
Then they carry Agustus home-hair
over his face and his blue eyes bleared
and blinded.
~Oh, please keep il from faiherf
Why do rshectY Why do look mp
ON all this shining and sorroving-this
verify and vanity-this gladnsss and
piddiness, and see NO good! Sorrowini-
E bow my head and say
We are born. we dance; We weep
We lore We laugh I'VE diei
Ali wherefore do We laugh or weep
why do We iove--anf dies
Who knows that sscrst deep!
Alas mot