Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-10-11

''Foreign fashions are always inter
esting,n murmured Mrs. Bemrose.
YES" assented Cowper. ''Only you
must not put on hat wrong side fore
most just because it comes from Paris.
have taken the liberty of ordering q
costume for Iris on the Rue de Ia Paix .
1.-The toilet of a true Parisienne, quiet
and elegant, or an eccentric dress
adapted for expectation" inquired Iris
mockingly. ''Why not make Vienese,
a fashionable lady of Berlin, an Italian
of mea"
Impossible. There is finish about
those women which you have not vel
attained" drawled Cowper, piqued by
| banter.
| Iris went to the piano, and soon hel
sweet voice was heard singing the old
! ballad,
do you know the truth up in Heaven, Doug
Douglas tender and true
! John Cleaver stood in the window
listening. The moon was full, and made
long shadows on the grass.
The last time l heard Douglas il
was sung by the famous Lady Scrap
more-amateur concert for charity at
! the Albert Hall, and all that said
Cowper
! Iris left the piano abruptly; her fin
gers had struck discords.
Il have news for you, Iris. The rail
road is completed, and another territory
opened to the world. Ny friend Hamp-
ton proposes to give q town on the line
my name, and l have decided to christen
the infant city in the wilderness Cor
louisville. ~ John was speaking in the
window
Iris was interested. Cowper was now
exhorting admring Mrs. Bemrose on
accent and idioms, and the means
whereby one may disguise American in
dIvidual;ty as much as possible.
L intend to 60 out there, Iris. Why
nota do not wish to remain here-al-
ways
Going away to live, john" Iris
swayed forward, and a cloud seemed to
pass before her eyes.
John arm caught and drew her to
him. Surely, in the magic moonlight
which rendered the girl so fair and the
young man so noble in his profound
emotion, their faces touched.
when shall we learn to call parlor
a drawing-room? said Cowper, in the
background. The parlor is a room
back of shop, or the place where nuns
receive visitors in a convent"
An hour later the house was silent.
CoWper yawned in his chamber and So
l1oquized:
How dull life is here! OF course I am
ond of Iris, but wish she had the style
of Dydia WEIGH. Heigh-hor'
Then he slept the sleep of bored
man who is comfortable while render
ing Others unhappy. Iris sat at her
own window for hours, lost in thought.
John Cleaver plunged into the woods,
and rambled about until sunrise.
A month elapsed, during which Cow
per made the family uncomfortable by
comparisons. criticisms and innova-
tons. Iris, belle of Gordonville. was
forced to tread the red-hot plowshares
OF perpetual suggestions in manner,
dress and use of speech. Cowper found
Johns coat of rustic cut, and John in
turn was hurt by Cowpers change of
bearing. Like George Eliot's hero,
Cowper's mind twas furnished as hotels
are, with everything for occasional
use, and a European tour had excluded
not only Gordonville, but the whole
American continent.
''Shau we ever cease to deluge our
selves with ice water2' he unused at the
breakfast table one morning. L wish
you would not eat hot cakes, Iris l
fancy your complexion suffers"
The girls eyes flashed. She went to
the bookcase and took down a volume.
Cowper laughed softly. One would
have inferred that he enjoyed irritating
another, such was his own discomfort
What book have you there9' he
drawled.
Edmond Ahout's Maitre PIERRE
'.Ah. and what interests you in it,"
"a dish of nuts said Iris.