San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1878-04-06

! " American HlIIs VI TshSiiSH uo'NS"''
core tied Rose calmly. 81 am Rose
Aylmer, dear-and Aylmer shall in one
word declare our English ancestors, just
as our manners shall proclaim us every
where Americans raised
And then just as she said these words
my sister Rosy's mouth, with its proud
and sweet expression, seeming only lit
for noblest sentiments, curled up haugh-
tily-her fair, round cheek flushed deep
" red, and there was no need for her to
tell us in good English speech that the
manners of the American girl should be
the purest passport to lands of high re-
pute that ever dame or demoselle could
boast.
"Well, then, l suppose there's no
help for it," sighed our young matron,
Mrs. Arnott, with a mournful intona-
ton, almost ludicrous. "You will stay
if YOU say you will. And, after all"
(brightcning), "I'm not really afraid
for you. If there is any girl in the
world can carry herself we'll in awkward
places, you are the one, | own that!"
"Well, then, owning so much, just
smile at us, will you?" answered Rose.
"You know at heart we shall be well
enough. And then just think how long
Minna and have been promising Ger
many this visit. Ever since Minna was
- years old and could sing Am Rhcin.
And the Rhine has been rolling, rolling
muddy and disconsolately on, past
casted crags and ivied ruins, on the
watch perpetually for us. 1t would be
cruel of us to 60 back now that we are
here with the prospect of whole sum-
mer before us to romp and drink Bohe-
milan beer in"
"Well, it's all settled, then, and I'll
90 and tell Henry. He desired that we
should fight it out while he was finish
ing his cigar. We will come this way
home in the fall when we leave Paris.
If you are alive and have not got into u
dozen different kinds of awful trouble
that we never shall be able to get you
out of, I shall be happy"
1T takes so little to make you happy,
DEAR" whispered Rosy, mischievously.
"But l have my troubles, too, !"
laughed Mrs. Arnott. 81 must so now
and pack for to-morrow's flight. Oh,
how do hate trunk | don't wonder
that men, who can't share the delight
of wearing our lovely dresses and laces,
should detest our Saratogas."
So the sweet sound of women's words
trilled on, making dear English echoes
on that pensive German evening air.
The next morning we went to the
green little railway station of the quaint
little village where we were summering,
and there we saw our friends off, and
there we took our last dose of advice
and warning from our departing ma
tron. Mrs. Arnott was in truth only
three wears older than Rose, and one
year older than [ and why she should,
simply because she had lately changed
the prefix of her name from Miss to
Mrs, take upon herself that most I'M
thankful Office of adviser and lecturer
in general, has ever to this writing puz-
zled me. But marriage does seem in
some mysterious way to confer feudal
rights on its devotees, now doesn't it?
A girl, one of many, has been the dull
est, the meekest, the least self-asserting
of all. She was the one that was snub-
bed; the one counted on always to give
up, to take the poorest place. She mar
ries! She steps superbly to the front.
She takes the breath away by the Won
derful manner of course in which she
assumes the roll OF patroness, speaker
and counselor on all observation-disclosures
nizing over those proud and bright-tem-
pered tyrants of other days whom she
has left behind her in the list of spin
sters-and why? She is no longer Miss
-. She is Mrs. -. She has a hus-
band.
- am so glad," said Mrs. Arnott, in
Il confidential tone to me, and | know
it is so, because made particular in
quilies of that nice old fat housekeeper
there are no men about that house.
Seeing you will stay there, it's great
relief to me. No dodgers, tourists or
students, either English or German.
Those who chance to stop for night or
so you need not see, of course. don't
know but you will get along very well,
after all-if only you are careful"
..Come. Emma, times up," shouted