New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-09-07
BELLA's GLOVE
True Story Of u California Watering Place

day?'
1t was on tho broad piazza of the
Baden-Baden Springs, one of the sum-
mer hostelries in the Santa Cruz noun
tains. Not q man to be seen-tho long
piazza was a vista of skirts. At one
end sat the matrons, either doing some
ono of those numberless things called
''fancy-work," or else retailing their
household troubles. At the other sat
the young ladies, some with novels in
their laps. some idle. They were gaz-
ing listlessly across the garden to the
disused croquet ground.
No one said, LETS play croquet {"
No, indeed, there had been q pitched
battle on the croquet ground the day
before. Miss Helen Winn had re-
marked that she named no names, but
when person was wired she did not
think it fair for her to move her ball
when the others were not looking.
Upon this Miss Tillie Robertson had
burst into tears. and. said that Miss
Winn was "a hateful thing" Miss
Carrie Bunner, partner to her of the
tears, Immediately laid down her NAL
let with great dignity, and ostentatious-
Is escorted Miss Robertson from the
ground, saying, There now, Tillic. -
"Never mind them,' etc., all of which
was inexpressibly goading to the other
side.
BY way of showing the two seceders
how unnecessary they were, two other
ladies took their places, and the game
for while was conducted in the smooth
est manner, and the conversation in
sugared tones. From the fact, how
ever, that they came home in four diff
ferent directions, it is supposed that
something went wrong. John, whose
duty it was to put away the mallets
and balls after ladies used the ground,
related on his return to the Kitchen.
that he ''found them there mallets
scattered all over creation, Jest where
them gals flung 'em when the game
bust up
No, although they had all .made up''
since, the influences upon the whole
were not favorable to that game which
stirs the feminine soul so deeply. BY
tho way, was the woman ever born
who would not cheat at croquet if she
got chancep
well, girls, what shall we do to-
dayp' 1t was Bella Chester who spoke.
Now Bella had not been mixed up in
the quarrel of the day before. II there
was ono thing she did not care for. it
WIS croquet without gentlemen. 1t is
unnecessary. then, to tell you that she
was coquettish. But she was pretty,
too, was Bella-bewitchingly pretty.
And yet she was not SO pretty that
other women did not like her, for they
did. There are two kinds of pretty
women.
Lets 60 to the springs. 'ssaid Helen
VIM, land watch them bottling the
waters"
''Pshaw! said Bella, ''there's only an
old man and boy there. Girls" she
went on, Il have an idea. How tar is
It from here to Santa Maria College?''
'tAbout six miles," said Helen.
'sThen III tell you what let's do.
Wen have the rockaway team hitched
up, and get John to drive US over
there. It's vacation time now, and the
students have gone. Wen have the
monks show us all over the buildings,
the mission church, and everything y
They're not monks," said Carrie
Bunner, with an air of wisdom (Miss
Bunner was o Catholic,) ''they are
fathers -
well, I'd like to know what the diff,
ference is, said Miss Bella, briskly.
'I-don't- know" said Miss Carrie,
weakening; "but you must call them
fathers anyway"
I'm call them anything they like, :"
said Miss Bella. '.But come girls-let' s
60 and get ready"
In fifteen minutes five Of the girls
were all ready. They had simply pu,
on immense straw hats and very ugly
busters. Their gloves were veterans
their shoes substantial, but not beauti.
full. In short, they were attired a.
sensible girls should be for ride ove1
California road in summer.
But the minutes passed, and Bella
did not come. John chewed tobacco,
and soothed his impatient horses as they
flicked the flies from off their backs
and paved the ground. John was
never impatient. A sweet and tender
restfulness filed his soul when he wa
waiting for ladies. He had driver
around watering places for many years
had John.
At last she came. A simultaneou:
cry arose.
why, what ever has kept you SC
longr'
Suddenly Helen exclaimed: well,
declare! If that girl hasn't gono and
changed her dress!"
Yes, and fixed her hairr'
And put on clean pair of gloves!''
..And changed hor boots!"
It was all true. Miss Bella had en-.
deavored to shroud these tseasons il
her duster and hat. but it was usel ess
She was indeed q pretty sight, as she
stood there, with one dainty foot upon
the step. Even John was moved. II.
retlcctivcly spat on the nigh side, anl
made room for her to sit BY him. Miss
Bella sprang into the scat John wa.
bettor than nothing. And as they spur
along the road. she laughed At his well