Sacramento daily record-union., 1881-11-12
oRGNAL sroRYl
THE WAYS0F' THE WORLD.
JUNIUs HENRI
IoRIGINAL SERIAL sroRY.l
BY JUNIUs HENRI BROWNE.
CHAPTER 1.
THE RECEPTION.


'sArcher, who is our friend Don Whisk-
erando, standing just opposite US. and
wrapped apparently in an invisible mantle
of self-worship p
i" The tall man with profusion of black
hair, smiling serenely on the pale-faced
blonde, seated in corner Of the sofa 2"
Eyes"
"You would know him by sight, if you
were not so new to the city, Goodwin
for he is seen everywhere, and has really
striking figure. He is Count Henri de
Barigues, of a very old and noble French
family, man of fine culture and great
fortune, it is said, and regular fascinator
of women"
81 don't like his looks. He imprcsses
me unpleasantly."
That is, probably, because you are a
man. have always noticed that the men
who charm women are seldom favorites of
their own SEX"
1.-The Count does not seem to have
charmed the blonde he is talking to-
You're mistaken there. She is said to
be engaged to him. Indeed, hear they
are to be married the coming spring"
impossible"
why impossible? What have you to
do with it, Goodwin? Have you ever seen
the young lady before 90
"Not to my knowledge. But have
been observing her for some time. She has,
think, very interesting face, though she
is not exactly pretty. She seems to dis
like him, while she listens to him, as if she
were doing something against her will"
You're evidently trying to weave a
romantic story around that couple. Maybe
it is case OF horrible fascination-some
evil genius and an angel of light, or some
thing of that sort-eh?"
81 suppose I'm very foolish to be giving
my impressions, Archer. But can't help
feeling as hostile to that man as 1 feel
kindly to that girl, who appears to be
somehow in his power. Who is she ,"
"She is Miss Margaret Royden, only
daughter of w. Neville Royden, as he
writes his name, the rich President of the
Babylon Bank, regarded as an able fnan-
cier and model gentleman"
Margaret like the name. 1t means
pearl, you know. she seems like pearl
of women"
"You're in bad way, my dear boy.
You seem to be half in love with her al
ready. But you're very young. When a
man isn't thirty he's pretty apt to be
spooney on every new woman's face, not
positively hideous, that he sees. I'm over
thirty, which is the age of wisdom. When
you're as old as you'll be past sentiment" "
Nonsense, Archer You're but three
years my senior and can't fellow ex-
press the opinion that young woman has
an interesting face without being set down
as spoon? I may never see and never
think of Miss Royden again.
oh yes, you never may bat you will,
in my judgment. I've seen good deal of
life, and the symptoms in your case are
very marked. Do you want an erotic di-
agnosis 7"
''No, 1 don't, Archer. Let's talk of
something else. 1 am stranger in New
York, as you are aware, SO far as society is
concerned. Are there any Sotables here !?
Point them out, please. If am to make
my home here, might as well begin my
ocular acquaintance
'iThers are a number of well known per-
sons in the room tonight. The company
is rather mixed for our host is poll.
tician, as you know, and cannot afford to
be very exclusive. Northrup is thorough
gentleman himself, man of very fastidi.
Gus taste; but he loves popularity, and
has to pretend to like persons that he must
secretly despise. He wants to go to Con-
gress, and hope he'll get there. He'll
reflect credit on the city, which has never
reflected much credit on itself by the kind
of representatives it has generally sent to
Washington. That is w. Neville Royden,
leaning against the wall, the very digui-
fed, pompous.looking man with dark eyes.
iron-g gray hair, partially bald. The lady,
little to his right. is his wife. She is very
fashionable and very high church. They
say that she won't allow her husband to
kiss her during Lent. She may think this
mortifying the flesh but Royden doubtless
enjoys osculatory sbstinences. l learn,
privately that he is anxious that Lent
should extend through the whole year.
The young man with brown hair, parted in
the middle, and with glass in his eye,
probably TO prevent his seeing well, is
Philip Royden, who is, I hope, much more
sensible than he shows, with his dandifed
ways and transparent affsctations.
''Who is the man promenading in the
music room with the lady in lavender
silk %
'James Rivers, known as rising jour-
nalist-iid you ever meet a risen journal.
stone of the fourth. page writers for
the Harbinger.
"The lady in lavender is the daughter
of our host, Miss Elise Northrup, des-
perate Airt, it is said, and certainly pic
turesque, though looking as if she had been
grandly got-up' for this special occasion.
am told that she is very clever that she
writes graceful verses. but has too much
Judgment to publish them, which is greatly
in her favor.
"The black-haired girl, with olive COM
plexion and color in her cheeks is Miss
Ruth Grayson. That is her father-he is
widower-on the other side of the room,
clancing toward her admiringly. She is
feminine philosopher, who reads the classics
and holds that women lack individuality
and independence of character. Most men
are afraid of her; and doa't wonder, for
she quotes Greek and Latin. and she isn't
Bostonian either.
s'The man who just nodded to her is Nor
man Kinmont, a literary sort of person.
He Is continually talking about writing