The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1876-07-28

came in mention quite disparagingly in
contrast 10 Miss Monroe, likew Use de-
butante Of the evening" young lady
Just returned from tour In Europe,
who had brought the ..loveisest cos
tunes" from Plnga.'s and Worth's; in
one of which purple and pale blue, With
rococo Jewels and wonderful fringe,
she had appeared that night.
WASN'T il amiabe," said Miss Fan
ming, "in Ned Grosyenor and the other
fellows of our set to take up that be-
wildered little Backwoods' Poor thing
hope they viii not drop her flat all nj
once"
Drop her? This was the last thought
likely to occur 10 the kind young men,
they had no such intent. On the con
trary, they congratulated themselves
upon the fact that Irene Wolf was not
only Just the thing they wanted for their
made belle, but nice sort of girl and
good dancer thrown in.
As time rolled on, sisterly sOlicitudes
for the ultimate fate OF "Backwoods 7
became extinct, Propitious circum-
stances elevated s.the poor thing 10
.sthat Miss Wolf Fayorite partner
of the dance, abettor Of games, receiv-
er OF the prettiest bOnbonnieres and the
loyeliest flowers, the tirst-thought-ot
invitation for the ride, drive, and walk.
the queen OF the picnic. and the belle
of the ball. II asked sam Dent" said
the beautiful Miss Ferris, "what was
the charm Of that Miss Welt. He said
il was simply the sjene sails quot which
always attracts men, but that women
invariably fail TO perceive"
Il always knew pondered the de-
vout heart of Mamma Wolf, who, with
her beast-of-prey cognomen. reelected
upon the vexed question OF whats in
= name- the most lambert possible
light-"I always knew that our Irene
had the disposition Of an angel but
never realized before that my child was
the raving beauty find she is
As the season advanced, the triumphs
of the made belle lost none Of their
brilliancy. Her success began 10 re-
fleet credit upon her makers Every
day she seemed more lovely, every day
more worthy of preference. For is there
a cosmetic Ike praise? Is there atomic
like smiles?
II Is worth while to woman to have
credulous heart, il only for the beau.
tifying effect of hattery upon her grace
and complexion.
Irene Wolf, in her midsummer ex.
perienee, thought that watering place
life was an episode of paradise. But
the serpent always crawls into Eden
And in Irene's paradise the intruder
had, as in Raphael picture, woman:
face.
Miss Hammond thought it her duty
to coafide to Miss Wolf a secret that
had been intrusted BY Dick Wilhurst a:
something which he considered '.toC
good to keep Imagine the delicacy
Of the self-imposed act; for the secre
was no other than the fact that the bell,
of the season was the creature of joke
the envied idol of the summer literally
nothing more than "a block of wood OF
stone" at whose efficacy the priests o
its worship Knocked.
Miss Hammond performed her self
imposed duty without trepidation. Il
in the rivalry of the season she had al
lowed herself to feel bitterness, and il
malice lay in her motive, she was no
f EtM 1AuC1 w lAAC APOu Atl WILL
of her astounding revelation. Inlisten
ing to the humiliating tale, given il
strict confidence and without suppress
sion of any singing detail, Irene re
manned calm, offering no interruption
or exclamation. Her heart, indeed
beat violently, her color went and came
When the whole story was ended, sh
pondered a minute, and said.
s'Do you believe this, Miss Ham
monde / hardly can | think thes
gentlemen-these friends OF yours-ar
TOO well-bred to have placed girl, Al
unoffending stranger, in such an ig
nominious position. No. DO no
trouble yourself about this story.
feel sure these young men have bette
hearts,
But, oh, the storm that swept owe
that barred bit OF palpitating mechan
ism, the woman's heart, in the darkness
of the night The pain. the tantalizin
torment, the bewildering doubt. Coul
il be true? Let the careful memory
the calm jud ment, take up the facts
Alas, the story was not without its COZ
roborating proofs
The first night ofanguish that sweep
across the pillow OF "a ) Dung girl robs
forever of all the white roses Of whic
girls pillows are made. Thencefort
the softest is but ruiiled linen in whic
the head rests.
In the morning Irene awoke-for q
6awh she caught one miserable hal
hours sleep-awoke, for the first morr
, ing of her life upon flat, stale, al
. profitable world.
What pleasure was there to mad
belle in fixing her blonde hair at th
glass?
The first thought of the child ha
been this: "Oh, how / wish coul
tell mother,r But she reasoned wit
herself, " No; it is better l should bea