The Portland daily press., 1878-10-23
Boston AdVertiser.l
Daisy Miller On Her Travels.
BY A FELLOW-TRAvELLER I

clever story of "Daisy Miller" We laughed
and cried over it, and while our gentlem en-
mostly agreed that it was cruelty unfair to
American girls. most of the women declared
that 1t was an over true picture. A few of us,
however, stood up for our girls 'tAt any rate"
we said, "such people are only to be found in
the remote West, and one years education will
suffice, with their quick perceptions to give
them good manners" Now it happened that
was one of the warmest defenders of the fair,
and this is what befell me on my way home.
Our party had been seated in the same car
for several hours when we reached junction,
where our numbers were largely increased by
other homewsrd. bound travellers, coming
from other frequented resorts by an intersect-
ing road.
"No drawing.room car till we reach Brad
ford junction? Where is Bradford Junction?
How far, How long will it be? How nastyr'
These words came clear and distinct to cur
ears in high, young, assured voice, before the
owner thereof reached US, entering at the rear
of the car. That is the voice of spoiled beauty,
belle and girl of society, said to myself.
In moment she passed US. She was beauty.
There were two of them. Young girls in fault
less travelling costumes, except the round hats
on the back of the head, and these were we'll
shaded by dark wells. There was chaperone,
also, with her husband, and an attendant
young man of distinguished appearance
There was much arranging of seats and
disposing of wraps and looking up of fans
and books and parasols for the young
girls-the chaperon found her own way quietly
nd oosi1r-hnt Ia tbnx, ~.
five separate seats. not, however, until the
beauty par excellence had taken US all in at a
glance, and given US all good, satisfactory
look at her own sweet self. She finds her book
and begins to read in a funny, busness-like
way. After about two minutes sudden desire
seizes her, and she rushes down the car to chap
erone's husband and reads out to him a short
extract from her book. Eloquent pantomime
follows and laughing, much enjoyed by all the
occupants of the car-for she is very pretty
creature-then, returning to her sear, she gives
any who had not appreciated the first second
opportunity of observing all her foe points,
sits sideways in the seat, poses and reposes, and
reads again for another two minutes, drops her
book and yawns audibly, then reads again.
Young man approaches
"May move these wraps and sit here?'
Beauty. who Is quite absorbed in what she Is
pleased to call her 'resding," raises pair of
soft startled brown eyes.
aWhat did you say? she calmly asks
Question repeated. Languid assent
Wraps disposed of with many changes Beau
ty first insists upon holding all in her lap, then
laughs at the absurdity of her appearance bur
led under the weight aud calls upoo US all TO
look, which we gladly do. Young man re-
HeveS ner, suu conversation orbezt.1s OH
along tue iiue of four seats, in which all the
names OF the party are often and clearly pro-
nounced and we now know that Beauty is
called Celia, her friend Fanny, that the chap
erone is Mrs. Langdon-her husband Captain
Lsngdon, and attendant Mr.. Saars-a recent
acquaintance from distance. Other names
are often heard-well known-some of the best
names, in fact, in neighboring city; this in
reference to recent events at the last watering
place, wherein many pleasing facts are made
known concerning friends of our own.
Car stops at station. Time for refreshments
Captain l.. asks if any one wants anything
Yes Celia wants cup Of coffee. Shs goes out
with the two gentlemen. Conversation now
begins between Fanny and chaperone, in which
repeated. as we'll as chaperoue's maiden name.
Poor Jordan" says Fanny, "do you think
Celia has really refused him?'
Not doubt of it,"
49,. "ohl hope not" says chaperone ,,he was
"Yes but he was very wrstched yesterday,
and reproached mo for taking her off to drive
on her last day" etc.
But Bronson was the worst case" contin-
ued Fanny, shat is an old affair, you know;
Celia really Cared for him, and went on for
whole season, that was last summer; but after
a while she shipped him, and it quite broke his
heart; and yet ne follows her around every
where just as you saw him do"
when is she going abrOad?"
'Next October"
Enter beauty tCeia). with her long, slender
hands filled with fruit: "Coffee was horrd:
perfectly besstly; think it was poison. Now
do somebody eat all this fruit-do, Mrs. Lang
don; do, Fan; do. Captain L.; do, Mr.. Ssars.
No? could not eat a thing to save me-"
And she sinks exhausted on the seat.
How can we help looking with interest at
Celia, now that we know exactly who she is
and what she has been doing? The train is
ladies' seats sufficiently removed to make u
loud tone necessary at all times Those of us
whose eyes will not bear either reading or gaz-
ing out OF windows, must both see and hear.
The frequent introduction of well-known
names lett no doubt in the minds of at least one
party of travellers who each member of this
other party was, to the third and fourth gener-
alton.
Attendant bean now takes the vacant seat
and al IS quiet, when up jumps Celia exclsim.
ing: Il knew soneetslng was the matter; hers
am, buttoned up in this horfid thingp' Where
upon gossamer-like ulster is got off by dint OF
standing In what we call the aisle of the car,
and with much help from Mr.. Sears. A fault
less figure is now revealed added to all the
rest.
"NOw, where is that book was readinq?'
she says, and again the party composes ITSELF
but not for more than two minutes before Celia
has something to say to Mrs. Langdon, aud
must walk down the car to ac ,omplish it, stand |
ing in the aisle the while-she seems alw ays to
be standing there! By and by Mr.. Sears re- |
tires to smoke, and now begins very lively |
conversation all along the three seats,-com- |
ments on this new acquaintance, his personal |
0nnaarQnCa nIafi 70
try (Which they get wrong). Two minutes of
rep0se when Celia rises and puts on the "hor- |
rid hot" ulster,-this time alone,-buttous it all
up and, placing herself at the inside end of the
seat, puts up her feet and composes herself to
sleep. But after two mnutes-her longest |
interval of rest-a thought strikes her; she |
draws of her long glove and, regaining the re- |
poseful pose, she lays her pretty little white |
hand tenderly across her chest much as littls |
babies do in sleep, glances down, approvingly, |
and again closes her soft eyes.
She slept two minutes. when an entire change |
OF programme occurred to her; a vigorous re- |
arranging of her dress, ths long veil is un- |
wound, the pretty handkerchief united around |
her throat, only TO tie it right up again in a |
better bow, and. in fact, TO restore all to its |
former condition.
My station was now called, and started to
leave the train, but L was stopped in the aisle,
with my grasses, thistles, cat-tails and wraps,
while Celia, standing square in the middle, |
could blow farewell kiss to Fanny, prepars-
tory to taking "a little walk up and down the |
car, for exercise"
A breath of sweet violets filed the air as |
passed her, and as looked at the lovely native |
American picture, the peerless girl in her fault |
less costume, sighed to think she ought to 4
know better, but oh! she does not, and she is |
going to Europe in October to furnish an |
original for another Daisy Miiler-this time |
not from Schenectady, but from the old Atlau- |
tic coast. A WAYFARER. |
Joss, the baboon 10 the Alexandra Palace, at
Muswell Hill, London, has just undergone
another severe operation. Mr.. Mosely, a
fashionable dentist, pulled out two of bis |
teeth, an old fang, and removed large piece |
diseased Jaw bone. Chloroform was adminis-