The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1877-04-26
The Anti-Monopo1ist.

Ihe A11Jl-M(
seating herself carefully in the car
rage, in awe of her fresh draperies
apparently really smitten by q strange
thrill of curiosity.
81 declare, don't know. He's q
captive of Hope DORIS, they say the
tenth Muse as the aesthetics call
her,
Madge was treasured. She could not
of course. know any of Miss DORIS
adOrers; but as she sat down, an hour
after, to rest a little from long walk.
little buzz and motion about the
door of the reception room attracted
her, and looking up she saw, as the
guests parted to admit their entrance
Mr.. Schenck; and on his arm the
most beautiful of women.
Tall, fair, with a stainless snowy
skin, and hair of living gold, Hope
DORIS Greek features we're indeed the
very outlines of ancient sculpture,
with the inspired expression Of lofty
intellect beaming from her great cool
eyes and calm lips; and her simple,
statuesque dress of lusterless white
silk, utterly without ornament, fell
about her like the draperies of Prax-
iteles.
Madge's heart sunk. How she de-
spised her French fripperies, her puff
ed and crept hair, her jewels-herself!
What was her girlish, laughing rosy
beauty beside this goddess from Olym-
pus, with knotted hair and flowing gar
ments. stately as Juno and lovely as
Venus, and O! climax of fate! leaning on
Mr.. Schenck's arm, with gentle con-
descension, and answering what he
said with serene and lofty smiles
How she hated in her heart. too, the
dapper youth who approached her,
card in hand for the promised gallop!
How he dwarfed beside her old lovers
manly aspect and noble manner! Poor
Madge! AS she rose to do her duty she
met Mr.. Schenck's eye. He bowed
courteously but coolly, and, to her
rage and disgust, she felt the warm
color steal up to her bright locks, and
she had a wild impulse to drag the
luckless youth at her side out of doors
and bury him and herself at once in
the first snow drift. But who ever
heard OF impulses at a party! The
galop was properly danced, and her
already. filled card of engagements gone
through with; but all the long evening
Mr.. Schenck never approached her,
and ola went home in a state of mind
that alarmed Polly and disguised her.
self.
81 am tired and cross, DEAR" she
said at last. ssDOn't talk to me. I'll
be good tomorrow, but might bite
you to night; feel like it,"
So Polly kissed her, with dumb
amazement in her pleasant eyes, and
went meekly off to bed.
This scene, however, was by no
means the last. She met Mr.. Schenck
at the best houses in Boston, and always
with Miss Dorr. While she herself
danced and chartered with the young
people, she saw these two the center Of
attention to distinguished men and
women. She perceived the consider.
alton and honor in which Mr.. Schenck
was held, and the Difference paid to
Miss Dorr; and when the gentleman
separated himself from his compeers
to address a few courteous words to
her occasionally, she felt it to be an
effort of politeness, and wondered bit.
terly how she could have been such a
fool-how she could have been So
blind.
Poor Madge! 1t was we'll for her
that Aunt Phemy bided her time in
the sunny chamber at home; better
still that she had put her tiny old
finger into the wheel Of Madge's for.
tunes and given it an impetus her
way for the day came before long
when Mr.. Schenck could maintain his
assumed role no longer, when Madge
found out that Miss Hope Dorr WAS his
own cousin, and when Aunt Phemy re-
ceived from Boston tire following
1 note:
OH, YOU DEAREST ACNTY!-I know
can't half shut them again. and you
will say all sorts of bitter sweet things
TO your dear, bad. weak-minded girl
but, aunty. can't help it. 1 know
said | never would, but | don't mind
that. I've fallen awfully, desper
ately in love, and som time | am GO
ing to he masried-O Aunty Fee ito
Mr.. Schenck. There! Your own
| MADGE.
And Aunt Phemy both laughed and
cried but Jack turned sOmersaul:
when, six months after. he read the
marriage notice in New York paper
And Madge found letter waiting fol
her on her return from the bridal tour
in which was copied, in u big, rouns
hand, the last two lines of "HighlAnd
~. 4
phasized phrase beneath them: 81
never will"
i am afraid he never was invited ia
The Birches.-Harper' Bazaar.
The >nowdrop.
A young widow and her husband