New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-08-12

Her salary must stop, because her reiauons WIZ
Sophia must of necessity lose all their instructive
character. "You would never continue our read
ines, Sophia" she sand, Gin crowded hotel. where
Won would have countless distractions"
"On, yes, 1 would. Claire" was the alert reply.
GWEN keep it ND Just the ssme You'll pack few
books in ore of the trunks and Pllpromlse to be q
good girl; you needn't feel bat afraid. Mas do
cided on Coney Island. Now, don't look so
glum, as If you didn't have friend in all the
world You've been sort of queer, lately; you talk
slower, somehow and you stick mp there in the
library nearly all the time. But you're still my own
nice Claire l swear by you, dear girl, just as l
always dld. If there's anything on your mind
won't ask you what It Is"
"There Is something on my mind. Sophia" Claire
said. "But you must not ask me what IL is just
vet will tell you soon. Yes, hope to tell you
quite soon"
She went with them to Coney Island They en-
gagged rooms at the Manhattan Beach Hotel The
books had been packed and brought but very few
of them were ever opened.
"Ips not bit of use Claire |" Sophia affirmed.
after the lapse of about five days. "We can't man
age it. There's always something happening. as
you see Besides, nobody works here. Everybody
idles It's in the air. Lots take vacation"
why, yes. girls" SAID Mrs. Bereemann, at this
point with motherly persuasion. "You better just
quit the books till we @t home. Or
p'raps we may get tired of this place
fore the summers through. an 60 somewheres
where 1t amt ively-I mean some lazy place like
Lake George or the White Mountains. Then books
and reading viii fit in kinder natural But don't
think Tu care to leave here for good big while.
amt ever anything like 1t before. If we could
only go driving here. now, and them horses wasn't
eating their heads off over in the city, why 'twoud
be regular paradise. Sophia I've just reelected
that came to this very spot twenty years ago II
it's day. with poor Pa! We was quite yonng
couple, then . that girl wasn't morc'n baby.
Claire. We took her along Pa carried Won. So
phia The Brewery wasn't started in them times.
an we'll. guess we got along with about i've
hundred dollars year, over at the small saloon at
Hoboken."
snow. Ma You needn't go into such very close
| particulsrs pleased" chided Sophia. whose large,
warm heart was not democratic enough always 10
stand the intense humility of certain maternal
"reminiscences
| "Psaawp said Mrs. Bergemann. with good
| bumored laugh we don't mind claire. She's one
| of rs Besides we're up here in the bedroom: not
| down on that crowded piazzer Wen, griS as was
saving Pa and me came here that day. an declare
| to goodness the place only bir strip o. sand
with few little shantes here and there hat thew
called hotels And Just 0G S. at yor now ss
i down every decent afternoon. lite like enchsnt-
ment. l can't believe Pm where was twenty years
| ago. Pun afraid must be dreaming But II am,
/ don't want 10 wake up. want TO keep right on
/ till the first o. September.
| "Ony few years ago the island was very much
the same as YOU describe 10 twenty years ago.. said
| Clare who had dipped into small descriptive
handbook telling about the marvellous growth oil
IL s'pose ought to fluid 1t little bit too gdG'
pursued Mrs., Bergemann. presently, in re-
such a short time" Here the lady heaved
| an imposing sigh which her massive bust made no
less visible than audible: " But l can grIeye Just
| round with craps sn' stuck of alone somewhere;
Everybodys got tbeir own ways ogrleving an l
about little and make my second-mourning kinder
stylish. Not q bit OF n y
Mrs Bergemann Certainly showed the courage OF
her opinions as regarded the sort of Grief due her
dcpsrt spouse. Her laugh was 'oud In hall, IN
din ng-room, or on piazza Her costumes tinkled
bre yet ornamented grandeur. IL 10 probable that
grief may have dealt her real pangs. and yet
that the irrepressible glow and warmth OF her
spirits kept ALWAYS at bay the gloon and chill OF
grief Her nature not shallow one she
could feel with depth and force, but she conld not
nope or even mise solitude was hateful TO her;
sbe was gregarious she wanted 10 hear the yoices
and look into the faces OF her KIND IN
sp.sa of her German origin she exces-
ssyeIy repre- tatlve from parsly American stand
point Her very vulgariiies--and they were certain
iy profuse-possessed wide. braltnfui sucerlty.
Her enormous stood tor her in the place
of refinement: il was indeed certain code oil inan-
ners by ITSELF she was always so good to you that
m parQOnaDly
entionalism Of her goodness. She was precisely
the sort of person whom Conoy lsiahd must nave
pleased a,
The immense concourse of people VINO Hooked
thitber by such easy modes OF irayel. trom New
York and Brooklyn ana eisswnsre were An mes ,Ssr
SAINT source OF interest. Their numbers. tb-lr
activities their enjoyments Kept her Dlood IN
soft hngle. This brilliant and PICTURESQUE CITY
by the sea appeared 10 her In the light OF q
delicious reparation. ~ was z long splsnaid
festiviy compromising her for those years Of dire
recent resolutions to spend a life of lowly que
tude had melted into thin air. The ambition TO
climb. TO snine and to rule was once more doni-
inant force within her beng. IL seemed 10 her as
N she had flung away sort OF irRsome dis
guise and now beheld Il lie like an ugly heap
az hand. while wondering, N ths otn nhasn
tlo of regained freedom, how she had ever CHOSEN
to shroud herself with its clogSIng ioids
She balhed every day In the ocean. ana acquired
a richer fund health this account EltheI WIN
sonha or alone though more often the latter. she
explored the whole wondrous little hie-crowaea
IN S Mss nad for her its distinct
taton The huge Iron Pier juttng ont into the suri
and assaulted by continual salty oreezes, charmed
her with its streams OF coming or departing people,
| with its MONDAY lunchers, with Its tabe dhoe
diners sea ted their cigarettes OF ccnre ID the
sweet marine dusk. She loved west BRIGHTON, WIN
s peer bibbers its gaudy booths, ITS preposterous
exhibited fat woman, its amazing Irish giant, us
games of strength or skill ana -ig wnia.n a
wooden borscs cows. lions or dragons, 10 the
claInors of . shameless brass baod. But Brighton
| Afforded q steader satisfaction. The dencate and
ghssome architecture Of these three h ranih
Ike uatterps OF roof gable and chimney. and their
noble outooks upon sea. grew dearer 10 her as
| the structures themselves became moro familiar.
She loved the fine sonorous music that peaed Iortn
from the big deft built paviions, where troups 81
weII-tralned MINISTRIES set many brazen instrument
To their CAPABLE lips and would often tnd assem-
sed for their listeners elthsr IN the long,
salubnous afternoons in the breezy starlight
| and moonlight of those exquisite seaside even
| iugs Her observant eyes were never weary of
| watching and they forever found something 10
| watch She soon acquired IN extraordinary keen