The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-04-07
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"Oh, aunty, what two-edged sword you
are must go to Boston TO purify my Eng
lish, see."
"Hello, Madge !" and small boy burst
into the room with bounce that is native
to small boys. "Oh, Miss Roper, If you
had heard Madge give 1t to him She was
stunnin, / tell you" and wicked Master
Jack began his tilt of "Highland Nora"
again.
"You horrid little wretch Come away,
directly" shrieked Madge, colorlng 10 the
tips of her ears. you'll kill aunty's poor
head"
G"Oh, indeed" feebly equealed poor Jack,
as he was hustled smartly out of the room,
while Mics Euphemia laughed till the tears
stood in her eyes, and said, softly, "Chi-
| dren and fools speak truth, truly"
Jack went home the next days he was
| only school boy cousin come for the hol-
| idays, and the luckless child had abridged
| bis own pleasure, unaware; but the rare
| delight OF tormenting his beautiful cousin
was a temptation too enticing to resist
And Madge was teased; che hated the sight
of the boy, and made her journey to Bos-
ton the excuse for his rddance. But the
thorn he had left behind him was well
planted; the piquant ballad haunted Madge
and flushed her face many time when its
| lifting measures returned to mock her.
SO to Boston she went, to her dear friend
Polly, and found that proper and intellec-
tual city nightly agreeable. Beaux she
| had by the dozen, but there were none like
| Mr.. Shenck nole 80 devoted, 30 elegant,
so noble looking. She missed the daily
| bunch of fragrant violets on her dressing
table; she missed the selection of new
books that showed always how well he di-
vined her tastes, the forestalling of her
faintest caprices, the devotion that was too
delicate to obtrude itself, the homage that
was sincere yet courtly.
"How young all your gentlemen friends
are, Polly !" she said to her friend one day,
after an evening at which at least dozen
| sets of embryo whiskers had vibrsted about
her, and been pulled before her, as If pay
ing kind of mysterious kowtow to the
latest goddess.
"Thats fault they will mend of Msdge,'
laughed Polly. "Even in dear old Boston
we have to grow up, and be Rterdti to
boot"
"But do so hate boysl" sighed Madge.
"And boys do 30 adore you y Knocked
Polly.
Madge bushed and sighed. Why did
she think of Mr.. Schenck
In the mean time, there in New York,
Aunt Pheny had a visitor now and then.
Mr.. Schenck knew his friends, and never
| neglected them he was least of all likely to
set aside Miss Roper but she never allu-
ded to him in her Letters to Madge, and
that young lady had already decided in her
own mind that her suitor had taken him
self off to parts unknown to stifle his an
guish by absence. If Madge had so good
an opinion of her own powers, can she be
hlor Npl ha. ftnh; al.o l.l
herself should this man be the exception TO
her ruler
One night there was TO be great and
gay party, 10 which the friends could not
fail TO go, and Madge took unusual pains to
render herself lovely for the occasion. A
new Paris robe was untolded from its box
es and wrappings for the occcsion the del
icate glittering pale green silk, mingled and
nike Il with equally delicate apricot and
films of Mallnes lace, was wonderfully
adapted to her peculiar coloring and style;
and in her red-brown hair, and here and
there about the dress, clusters of tea rose
buds perfumed the air as she moved, and
harmonized with her dress IN every tint
besides these, her so'e ornament YVES a
necklet of great opals set in black enamel.
"Madge, you are miracle to behold :"
exclaimed Polly, as she beheld her. "You
have given you mind to it as much as ever
Mr.. Toots did. Woe to the Boston boys
tonight, my dear Even Miss Dorr won't
hold candle to you"
Pretty Polly, fresh and sweet, as June
rose in her white silk and pink corals, de-
served comment herself; but she was will
ing, fully, to be extinguished by Madge
Roper, whom she worshipped, as one girl
will worship another. So she put the fur
lined wrap over her friends shoulders with
an amusing travesy of fond, proud moth
er's care.
As they went down to the carriage, Polly
said, abruptly.
"Oh, my dear, to think / should have
forgotten Lucretia Adams told me to-day,
at Copelands. while you were talking 10
Ned that there is to be a new man at Mrs.
Hopes to-night-a New Yorker too; such
an elegant creature Lu raved about him,
his manners and customs, bis face, his
money, and | don't know what more.
wonder if you know him."
"What is his name % said Madge, seat
ing herself carefully in the carriage, appar-
emily, realty smitten by a stradge thrill OF
curiosity.
81 declare l don't know. He's a captive
of Hope DORIS, they say-'the tenth Muse,
as the gsthetics call her"
Madge was reassured. She could not,
of course, know any of Miss Doors ador-
ers but as she sat down, an hour after, TO
rest 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 en-
trance-Mr. Schenck and on his arm the
most beautiful of women.
Tall, fair, with q stainless snowy skin,
kas. of Is... IL
features we're indeed the very outlines of
ancient sculpture, with the inspired express
sion of lofty intellect beaming from her
great cool grey eyes and calm lips and
her simple statuesque dress of lustreless
white silk, utterly without ornament, fell
about her like the draperies of Praxttiles.
Madges heart sunk. How she despised
her French fripperies, her puffed and creped
hair, her jewels-herself What was her
girlish, laughing, rosy beauty beside this
goddess from Olympus, with knotted hair
and flowing garments, stately as Juno aud
lovely as Venus, and, . climax of fate
leaning on Mr. Schenck,s nrm with gentle
condescension, and answering what he said
with serene and lofty smile !
How she hated in her heart, too, the dap
per youth, who approached her, card in
hand, for the promised galop How he
dwarfed beside her old lovers manly as
pect and noble manner. Poor Madge AS
she ruse 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 upward to her
bright locks, and she had wild impulse to
drag the luckless youth at her side out Of
the door, and bury him and herself at once
in the first snow drift. But who ever heard
of impulses at party The galop was
properly danced. and her already filled card
of engagements gone through with but in
all the long evening Mr.. Schenck never ap-
preached her, and she went home in state
of mind that alarmed Polly and disguised
herself.
81 am tired and cross, DEAR" she said at
last. "Don't talk TO me. Ill be good to-
morrow, but might bite you tonight l
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