Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-07-10
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to Count Oscar Won Held, as the two
young men were strolling along the Inter
den Linden.
81 never yet have known one of your
fair Americans" said Won Held 81
fancy they are charming mixture of
personal grace and republican SIM
plicity."
simplicity! You Europeans will not
find much of that in our girls. Why,
they ought to be Al. We spend plenty
of money on them. Now this Miss War
rem we're just meeting, she's had thou
sands spent on her education
Won Held responded with an inscruta-
BILE German ''So!' the only word of his
native tongue that forced its way through
pis fluent and excellent English. He
found it impossible to conduct converse
ton both politely and prudently without
using the familiar syllable that lent
itself to any meaning or covered every
meaning.
ashes with her father. He's rich as
Crnsus-large mill owner I'll introduce
you as they pass" Fairweather went on.
"She is very beautiful, :" said Won Held,
'tall and slight, brown eyes, lovely chest
nut hair, and what perfect crimson on
what perfect cheek! She has the soft
ness and brightness of your autumn land
scape, fancy" and he flushed slightly,
in the fashion peculiar to the German
blonde. But Won Held was neither bash
full nor awkward. He was tall, good
looking fellow of thirty five, with a long,
yellow mustache, pleasant blue eyes,
much experience in the best society in
Europe, and much given to formulating
his views in neat, careful phrases
George!" exclaimed Fairweather, as
Miss Warren came near, tshe's grown
handsomer than ever. She's got sschic"
That is from six months in Paris. Why,
that girls music alone cost at least ten
thousand dollars.''
'Then," observed Won Held, interrog-
atively, "she may be said to represent
capital invested
Exactly. Here they are.'' And the
count was duly presented.
Mr.. Warren's greeting was: "Glad to
make your acquaintance, sir. How are
you, slr?" in very loud voice, and with
a show of feeling perfectly at home. He
then shook hands with the friendly grip
current among brother mill-owners in
Eastern Massachusetts, The count bent
his blue eyes upon him in the quietest
observation, and returned the Chow are
your" and the grip with that last test of
true politeness, the sacrifice of personal
taste and pride to put another, ofinferior
breeding, at ease.
But Miss Warren was unimpeachabIe;
dlgnifed, calm, slow of gaze, apt in
speech, everything that her father was
not.
"Where did she learn it all? How did
she come by that grace and propriety?''
asked the puzzled foreigner, when he had
parted from the Americans. els the
mother charming?''
"Mother's manikin," answers Fair
weather; 'dried-up party in black silk;
never says much. Dora Warren is the
new American girl; just adopts luxur1es,
accomplishments, style, manners, and
wears 'em as if they were clothes-as if
they were made to order expressly for her
She's the only daughter, too; going to
have fortune. A cool million at least,
/ believe
~ have always been interested in
America, replied Won Held, just here.
'tThe notion of a republic has long held a
sort of charm for me. I think I must
take a trip out there''
Fairweather kept up discouraging
silence, frowned slightly, and stared at
some distant object.
"From boyhood," the count went on,
81 have had dream of republicanism.
No caste distinctions, only those of per-
sonal merit. LIE Comics views have i'm
pressed me strongly. feel cur Old
World manacles of dignities and preju-
dices slipping off. I,want something
fresh, pure and simple. hope to find it
in your country
"You'll find nothing green in Ameri-
ca, count" answered Fairweather, with
an attempt at good-nature. Then remem-
ring an engagement he walked of,
muttering to himself:
"The fellows poor. He'd like some
Yankee money. Sorry introduced him.
Dora's beauty!"
A few days later, when the count called
on the Warren family, he spoke of his
intended trip, whereupon Mr.. Warren
said:
"Well, we can't brag of castles, but
will show you mills. We shall be at our
seaside place the first of June. Come
there and stay with us"
Won Held explained, while thanking
him, 81 go to America to crafty the
longing of years to enjoy young civili-
cation; to find something more natural,
more vigorous than our old types of hu-
manity''
After the German had gone, Warren
nodded knowingly to his wife with, s'Talk
to the marines. I've found out all about
that young count. Ancient family, splen-
did education, nice old castle, but poor;
actually hasn't means to keep up the
place."
"He's gentleman" remarked Dora.
"What's that, miss?'' said Warren, in
the tone, half banter and half reproof,
yet wholly pride and affection, with
which he always addressed this hand
some creature he had the luck to call
daughter. "What's that, miss? A gen.
tleman, is he? Well, we don't want him,
do we? Let him keep to his aristocracy,
eh!''
"There is something in birth and breed
ing, papa. Fairweather, with all his
money and all his boasting, can't impress
one as this quiet German does"
Empress? Whom does he impress,
miss, eh? Me or your"
"Oh, have your joke, papa; but you
know what / mean perfectly
Dora was never embarrassed about men.
As an American belle, she had been too
long surrounded by admirers to treat