Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-10-20
..Foreign fashions are always inter-

.:Foreign fashions are always inter-
estlng," murmured Mrs. Bemrose.
YES" assented Cowpcr. "Only YOU
must not put on a hat wrong side fore
most Just because it comes from Paris.
l have taken the liberty of ordering a
costume for Iris On the Rue de la Paix."
1.-The toilet of a true Parisienne, quiet
and elegant, Or an eccentric dress
adapted for exportation?" inquired Iris,
mockingly. "Why not make a Vienese,
a fashionable lady of Berlin, an Italian
of me?"
Impossible. There is a finish about
those women which you have not vet
attained" drawled Cowper, piqued by
Iris went to the piano, and soon her
sweet voice was heard singing the old
d you oS, 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.
"Ihe last time l heard Douglas it
was sung by the famous Lady Scrap
more-amateur concert for charity at
the Albert Hall, and all that.n said
Cowper.
Iris left the piano abruptly; her fin
gers had struck discords.
g! have news for you, Iris. The rail-
road is completed, and another territory
opened to the world. My friend Hamp-
ton proposes to give a town on the line
my name. and have decided to christen
the infant city in the wilderness Cor
window.
Iris was interested. Cowper was now
exhorting admiring Mrs. Bemrose on
accent and idioms, and the means
whereby one may disguise American in
dividuality as much as possible.
II intend to 90 out there, Iris. Why
not? l do not wish to remain here-ai-
ways"
"Going away to live, John?" Iris
swayed forward, and a cloud seemed to
pass before her eyes.
Johns 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 a parlor
a drawingg-room?" said Cowper, in the
background. 1.-THE parlor is a room
back Of q 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
%liloquized:
Chow dull life is here! OF course 1 am
ond of Iris, but 1 wish she had the style
OF Dydia Welch. Heigh-ho!"
Then he slept the sleep of a 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 innoya-
tons. Iris, belle of Gordonville, was
forced to tread the red-hot plowshares
of perpetual suggestions in manner,
dress and use of speech. Cowperfound
Johns coat of rustic cut, and John in
turn was hurt by Cowper's change of
bearing. Like George Eliot's hero,
Cowper's mind twas furnished as hotels
are, with everything for occasional
use, and European tour had excluded
not only G%ordonville, but the whole
American continent.
"Shall W. eve cease to deluge u
selves with ice water?" he mused at the
breakfast table one morning. II wish
you would not eat hot cakes, Iris. ]
fancy VOur cOmn1oxiOn cufforc -
The girls eyes flashed. She went 70
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 there?" he
drawled.
edmond About's Maitre Pierre"
"Ah, and what interests you in tips
ga dish of nuts" said Iris.