The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-11-01
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DOtn are uaniSOlne anu nave
equally accomplished manners, hear
They will make a most welcome &C
QUESTION to the limited society If thi.
! poor little village" remarked Claudi:
Thorne, with great animation, thai
was suddenly augmented by the
appearance of an elegant equipagt
that she had just seen coming down
the pleasant shadowy street. "There
they are now, Aggie. dear she con
tinued excitedly; land is not that
carriage altogether too stylish for thi.
dreadtully questionable and prosy
pace? and that prancing, speckled.
reddish horse must he q priceless
flyer | think" she commented some
what doubtfully, for she was conscious
of her utter deficiency i'm equine lore.
Meanwhile the spirited, dappled
roam An animal neither extraOrdi.
narily fine nor fast-was trottin. past
the garden gate, the fragrant blossoms
of the lofty locus trees falling in white
showers over gilded harness and gilt.
tering wheels.
"The conference.-the one with that
Saxon and distinguished look and the
tawmv, curling hair and heard he
who il driving-must he the million
aire who, am informed, Is the son of
a nobleman. but is too Ameriran;zed
or republicaniz ii to assume his
lillStrl0us title. The other
with the dark hair and >ioutiSh figure
must he the private secretary or
travelling companion. One can
;,lway, discern the difference between
the patrician a, d the plebian. can one
not ,"
"Certainlv.I hive no such subtle
gift of observation-disclosures the sense
YOU infer. One whose soul is iynoble
mist be a plebian, | think, however
ariStocratic the birth or tout ensemble
of that one my be-" answered Agnes
Rothsy, quietly.
She and Claudia Thorne were
cousins and ostersibly friends. and
were living together genteel life of
economy, having Jointly inherited n
small legacy devised by IN eccentric
relative recently deceased.
In the picturesque and tiny hamlet
of Rosehithe-a haven of roses they
had made their summer home.
Agnes had been pleased and con-
tented with the small Tranquil place.
with its wide, grassy, umbra-e ,us
streets, AMI sparse clusters of quaint
hodSes bu;lded about the obta.e, wood
eel angle of crags that jutte,l into the
iumbling waters, ust where a wild.
narrow stream frothed into the surf of
the sea.
But Claudia had thought it all
the serene seclu>ion. the isolated but
imposing scenery, simple habitants
with their homely way unintere>ting
and insutierably dull.
They were very unl;ke-ihose two
Young ladies, who had vet all the
bloom and brightness of fresh, sweet
womanhood.
Miss Rothsy was tall and notably
graceful blonde, with that rare and
peculiarly fair complexion that no
care can wrinkle and no time can
yellow. Her fine features were much
too mobile for the artistic Grecian
type, and her large eyes-splendid
and in.!escribabie were too passion
full and tender to be CAV, and too dis
corning and imperious to be the ideal
and poetic blue. Her magnificent
masses of hair and the subtle and
beautiful shades of amber and ruddy
and her action, her manner
of speaking. We're distinguished by a
majesty, dignity, and a gentle gra-
ciousness that were Is natural as
irresistible. Among interiors she
would have been misunderstood and
possibly hated. feared and traduced
Among her peers she was loved and
Claude Thorne belonged to quite a
iissimilar sphere of mind, feeling and
She had more cunning than
intellect: she was more emotional than
sympathetic; she liked only the ex-
element that could he made egotisti-
cally sensational, and she was inordi-
nately ambitious for Il very eminent
social distinction. She hated the
legator who had bequeathed her a
humble competence instead of an ex-
hauStleSs income. 1t would seem that
she was pitifully unappreciative of
small favors-that she sadly lacked
the sense of gra' ituie. Nevertheless.
she was witching little ladykin, with
ever restless fairy feet and singularlv
pretty, elfish hands. She was dark
and petite her hair was jetty black,
and her black eyes were brilliant with