Stephens City star. (Stephens City, Va.) 1881-1883, 1883-02-17
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fit ideal for Spanish artist.
But he made no apology. 1t never
occurred to him that there was any,
thing incongruous in a working-man
wearing his working-clothes in work.
ing-hours.
He looked approvingly at Bellies
pale-blue organdie dress, and the hat,
with the dropping azure plume, and
the gold-threaded scarf.
But, then, Belle Brabazon was girl,
and beauty. To what better purpose
could she serve her destiny in this
world than by looking lovelyp
But Miss Madalina Martin, playing
lawn-tennis on the level stretch of
turf in front of the squires house,
took note of the couple as they crossed
the rustic bridge below.
"There goes Miss Brabazon,' said
Madalina. "It seems that she can't
even go to the postofiice without pick
ing up some gentleman, by way of
honorary escort "
"And it's Seth Valance this timer
said Edla Joyce.
"She's born coquette, if ever there
was one!" stingingly remarked Miss st.
Avon. r E rIfRa
"It's too bad, declare" said Lucetta
Dator, "to have these airy city girls
come down to steal away all the mems S
hearts with their smiles, and their
rough, and their modern lurs!'
II don't think Miss Brabazon
rouges," said Edla, who had stratum
of justice in her soul, after all.
"And all the men means only Cap
tain Cardan and Seth Valance" added
Miss st. Avon.
"Who is it you are talking about,
girls ?" said Helena Manderill, pink
and-white beauty, who had been spend,
ing the day at Dater Grange, and was
just coming out to drive to the train
which was to take her to New York.
She was bonneted in a distracting
little capote. edged with pink crystal
fringe, her tan gloves reached nearly
to her elbows over the sleeves of her
dress, and her general style reminded
one painfully Of show-fgure stepped
out of fashion plate.
Belle Brabazonp they all answered,
in chorus.
And Edla Joyce added:
"She is from the city staying at the
River Hotel" 9
Belle Brabazonp' cried Miss Man
derill. Goodness gracious me! why
didn't some one tell me? l should so
have liked to meet Belle Brabazon
again! saw her in the School for.
Scandal once--Lady Teazle, youkuow
The most perfect actress l ever knew
l."
"Ef you're a-goin' in the four-fifteen
train, marm," spoke out the nasal
voice Of Tetlow, the squire's coachman,
"you hain't no time to lose, Miss Man
derill.'
And blowing gale Of kisses from
her tan-kidded fingers to the assembled
group of girls, Miss Manderill hurried
into the carriage, and was driven away.
The lawn-tennis players looked at
each other with countenances of amaze
ment, not unmixed with certain sat-
isfactiOn.
II knew It'll" said Edla Joice.
"Any one could see that there was
something wrong about her. said
Madalina Martin. G
Il wonder some institution didn't
underceive us when we heard her recite
Maud Muller 50 exquisitely that even
ing when we had charades for the ben
eft of the church" gasped Miss Dater.
"An-actressr said Miss st. Avon.
"Oh, how we have been deceiyedr'
"They ought to be moved particular
about peoples antecedents at the River
Hotel!' observed Madalina, .vicious1y-
Il shall make Tiny business to speak
to Seth at oncel'' cried Lucetta Dater.
= "What will Captain Cardan think P"
said Miss St. Avon, under her breath.
And at that moment new visitor
was ushered out ON the sunny lawn,
and the tide of criticism was momen-
tarily checked.
Miss Brabazon came back to the hotel
tea-table in high spirits. She had a
letter from home, and her father was
to come for her in week, and the
walk with Seth Valance had given a
new stir and impetus to her ideas. She
had always liked the handsome, stately
young farmer, but she never had re-
spected him as she did to-day.
"He is prince among young men,
she said to herself-"a Saul, towering
above his compeers."
After all, what nobler type of man
hood is there, than an American
farmer?
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