The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-06-29
a DAYS LESSON.

1t was striking one o'clock on q cold,
wintry night, as q carriage, filed with
yawning bellies, rolled over the pave
ment OF Union Square and drew up be-
fore comfortable freestone house in
Fifteenth street. Brother Jim who
had ungallantly preferred the society of
the coachman and a cigar, descended to
the carriage door and commenced an
involuntary schottische as the cold from
the tiagstones struck through his patent
leather pumps. Sallie, the oldest Miss
Lockwood, reused her sister and cousin
from short nap on the back seat, and
stepped out into the moonlight, as tall
and stylish in her hood and wraps as
she had been an hour before in the ball
room. Nett and Isabel, all curls and
rigolettes and shawls, came shiverinr up
the high steps, supported by Charlie
Lockwood, the just graduated collegian
of the family.
Brother Jim, being what is termed a
fast young man i'll society, thought it
necessary to counteract the velocity of
his actions by the slowness of his drawl
and the languor of his general manner,
where his sisters or the young ladies of
their set were concerned He left it to
Charlie to turn up the gas and get Isabel
a glass of water, as he plunged his hands
as far as possible into his bang up"
and, leaning on the banisters, declared
parties ''uncommonly slow, and ''all the
women got up in the same style every
night in the season.
mo Variety exclaimed the injured
young gentleman, preparing to shuttle
off to bed in advance of the Young la
dies
Charlie wished them a gay good
night, telling Nett that he heard compli-
ments shOWered upon her as thick as
motto papers; and Bel that she danced
like Preciosa. comparison which
mystitied her considerably, as she was
not just out of Yale and very much in
love with Longfenow's Spanish Stu
dent.
Nothing for me?'' asked Salhe, as
she leaned on the railing of the first
landing to watch him stand on tiptoe,
lighting his cigar at the chandelier
Not q syllable. Any fellow of the
set knows you are as vain as can be al
ready, and L must net countenance you
in it,
"Good-night, Sauceboxr'
pheasant dreainsm
And so these pleasure-seeking young
people dispersed to their own rooms to
sleep off the fatigues of the first large
party of the season,
The brothers were consigned to the
usual bachelor apartments of New
York family, named hall rooms. with
out fire or light, until they had invoked
one by the aid of the ever ready lucifers.
The young girls occupied the two large
communicating chambers on the third
floor, where blazing CRATES and gas
burners sent cheerful radiance over
mirrors and curtains and white-counter-
paned beds. 1t was the very picture of
comfort this frosty night, and the cham
bermaid, doing in an easy-chair, had
contributed much to make it SC
Bel, who had commenced stripping
herself of her finery on the stairs, threw
handful of glittering jewelry-brace-
lets, brooch and necklace-into Par
ian sea shell standing on the dressing
table and called for Norah to unlace her
dress that very instant, or she should
"die with sleep"
And hurry, there's a good girl" said
Annette, '.for mine is in dreadful knot;
began to undo it under my cloak il
the hall"
Il had to dance with that odious
Mark Harrison twice" lamented Bel the
next instant. He keeps time SO abomi-
nably-''
Il neversaw him keep time at all, re
marked Sallie, unthreading the long
breids of her black hair. Just look at
my new tarletan! What smash! Il win
never be fit 10 wear againi There were
six times as many IS the house would
holdn'
Il didn't even get q sight of the sup
per table," added Bel, in the same IN
jared tone of voice; ''not so much as an
oyster or a glass of champagne. When
give q party, | never mean to have
more than car get into the supper-room
comfortably. Oh, dear! l am SO tired
There, that viii do, Norah I believe
you are half asleep rs
Sure, an it's sleepy time,' said
korah, apologetically.
Her ypung mistress did not dare to
use more than a peItlsh tone toward the
weary-looking maid, 1t was against
Mrs Loekwood's rule, and of her own
/ ~ r-aitad nn TO as
tree win, that sne La,. ,....,~
siSt them.
here. you can 60 now, said Sallie,
as. the girl began to collect some of the
scattered finery. Mine are only hooks
ana eyes, Oh, girls, what do YOU thinkn'
when the door closed behind her. II
really believe our Jim is attentive to
Mary Smelling. saw them sittino to-
gether In the recess of the recen;ion-
room, looking as tender as possible. |
was dying to get Norah off so as to tell
vou.n