Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-02-25


She looked at him in a moment of doubt.
. II you are making fun Of me. Joe. you can't
you can't"
Expect to be considered Early English"
"Oh!" cried Rosa. You Joe? 1t is too-it
"Un-utter-able." said Joe. stalking off Just
before Rosa began to cry. Rosa always was a
baby.
1--WE are all going into Boston this afternoon
to a matinee" said Emeline. who had. to tell
the truth, struggled i'm resisting an inclination
to turn her i into a q. but who had come out
victorious. and now looked on her sister Rosalys
and the two Rvases as a perpetual entertain.
ment, as she told Joe, in urging him to have
patience: Tor she was sure the machinery was
not strong enough to hold the curtain up much
longer. "What do you think! ~ she added. walk
Ing back with Joe. "Aunt Eunice has been
reading it up in the English papers. and she says
she is determined to see the new play Perserer-
o'sce-no, that isn't the word. 1t isn't Procrds-
h'adfsOn either. Oh Pdtience-yes They give
1t to-day, and she has had the tickets bought;
they are at Charles office, where we rendez-
yOus, and we can all be at home in time for tea
And | rely on you, Joe, to help me out for /
shouldn't be a bit surprised to see Aunt Eunice
on the stage"
Pulling Saphirs hair or tearing off Grosve-
nOr's lily. Yes, I've seen Patience as well as
tried ts perfect work"
AND, accordingly as merry a crew as the
twenty love-sick maidens themselves were at
begun its career, that warm autumn afternoon,
Joe grave and supporting Aunt Eunice who
looked like queen about to do justice on an
heir-apparent, but Emeline and Charles and
John and Marion and Hal and and the rest, all
but Mi. Rivas, full Of quivering excitement over
the suppressed fun of seeing ROsalys and Gladys
an d their painting chap put to the burirsuue.
don't remember that ever saw;anything
more ludicrOus than Aunt Eunice in the first
scene Of the lOve-sck maidens. She evidently
# hr,r1
she had supposed she was going to q melodrama
or one of the light comedies of her youth, hardly
having been in theater for twenty years But
those dreary damOZels' "Why don't they nut
Their clothes on nroperly?' she was muttering;
land sew up their sleeves? LOve-sck maidens!
Shameless hussies! Talking in that fashion,
To-day he is not well?' And shouldn't think
ne would be after eating butter with table
spoOn!" But when Mr. Bunthorne made his ap-
pearance, my aunt began to writhe in her seat:
when he read his verses she united her hat and
threw the strings back violently; not a smile
disturbed the majestic contempt on her counten-
ance, and with the last words Of the song :'Why.
what most particularly pure young man this
pure young man must be-" she turned to me
with gasp and said. ''Tell me, tell me. am I
going crazy? Or is the place really full of peo-
pie who have come here to listen to this abomi-
nable f0Oi!" Vigorous nudges on all the angles
she presented, however, brought Aunt Eunice
to the recollection of herself. and she smothered
y N,
again at the WILLOW waly 0" of Grosyenpr ask:
ing PATIENCE to marry him when he has seen her
put three minutes, as she hOarsely whispered
What Aunt Eunice would have said if she had
waited to hear the duet of Reginald and Lady
Jane, Sing Boob to you-pooh. pooh to youi'
and that's what / shall say" whether she
would have found anything deliehtinr and
amusing in the attitude and play of the
three handsome young dragons gotten
up regardless OF expense in the Botticeliian
hlr int
utter" l don't know. For when the lovely sun
hover scene of the travesty came, and Grosvenor
dawned on lis again in his beauty, followed by
his twenty maidens with their archaic mandolins
and Tyres and zithers in hand lovely little shapes
out OF Fra Angellco's pictures wavering and
bowling and bending and turning and falling in,
rhythmcal circle about him, like SO many ethere-
aired sllniowers, each yearning with her face
toward the god. Aunt Eunce rose in her mjrht
herbonnet falling into her hand. "Come along"
sle said aiOud-'come along with me- every
one OF you. | won't sit here another minnie
and see people gaping at fools that behave
exactly as our Resale does with that extraor-
binary fool Of a Rivas!" They might have heard
her all across the theater. l don't know whether
they did or not For, if you will believe it, we
dared do nothing else than obey her: we
couldn't sit It'll after that. and we couldn't let
Aunt Eunice go off alone in that Infatuated state
ana, one ana all. we rose and went after her
Emeline and Charles and John and Marion and
Joe and Hal and and the remainder. Certainly
affording spectacle of as great fools as those
upon the stage
However. we knew we should see the play
AGAIN; and for the rest of it, it was rather fnn
TO US; Aunt Eunice answered we'll enough for
our Lady Jane and We had a roaring farce all
10 ourselves on the way home, with our Quips
and jokes over Aunt Eunice's indirnation-all
out little Resale, who sat rather pale and still
through the uPrear, and reading her librettO
quite studOuSiy.
Our hilarity supported US over the tea-table
ana we had separated to dress for the fancy
lions. when, just as closed my door, heard a
sudden little wall from the garden under NV
window Looking out through nv shutter. T
saw rosa standing among the weeds in her sun
Hover bed, her hands upon her face and CRYING
bitterly. There were no blossoms on those two
sunfower stems. Joe went stalking over
toward her. ''Oh!' she said looking up her
lace loveiler than ever thought it was before
as one last ray Of sunlight played in the stream
ing tears and the fading bushes and the shining
azure eyes, would You have thought it? Riyas
has taken my sulflowers that he knew I was
nursing SO. He is going to be Apollo, and he
says they suit him so much better. and he will
wear them tonight, and paint them tomorrow
when they begin to drosp, he says with the
t Kisses OF tneoi the sun1god And he picked
''Riyas be dashed" i! heard Joe saw. or some
thing Ofthe Sort
''And-aRd-oh, Joe, is it true? Have YOU
taken your passage for MeIbOurne3 Oh. Joe.
aren't You going to take nae with you?' And
out went the white arms to joe
But Joe was stOutly drawing back. 81 don't
know as | want to" he said And then came
such another little wall, and Rosa had turned
away, hiding her face in the hollow of her pretty
lifted elbows.
l am strictly honorable person 7 scorn
eavesdropping. L pulled down the shade. l
knew how it was all going to end after that lust
as well as | did when l passed an arbor in
Gladys garden that night after almost every one
had been obliged to seek shelter from the chilly
dews. md saw the crumpled morning star
warmly folded in the arms OF Guy of Warwick.
whose helmet lifted OFT showed a great head of
yellow curls bending over ROSY little face.
where eyes and lips and smiles all looked as if
the owners sensations We're but lust too Jolly
utter" ''
How a Sharp Yankee Got a Ride Free.
From the Waterbury Comm Ameri an.
They are telling this story about town for a
fact: One day recently young man, while ap-
parently heavy with tanglefoot, presented him.
self to a certain city liveryman and asked for a
team to take a ride. ''Neyer let teams to in
toxicated parties" was the stiff reply This
blunt rebuff almost sobered the Young man. II !
also provoked him to anger and he went off into
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